Moon Dust

I love writing poetry
Some of it is okay
Like a windy fart
Or a roll in the hay
Some of it isn't
I self berate
But little, or none of it
Is particularly great
If i were a great poet
The expectations
Would be to high
To maintain
That castle
In the sky
So, like a dog
I shall remain
A pauper analogue
And also like a dog
I am a bit barking
Which doesn't rhyme
Don't blame me
Tis my pen
That writes the poetry
Like a cuckolding hen
Typical analogy
A bad workperson
Blaming their tools
Although i'm nobodies fool
Then must be the ink
So i'd like to think
A caper, on paper
A pie, in the sky
Or politics, or religion
And just a smidgeon
Of Moon dust

by Jemia