Bad Poetry Day

 Today is Bad Poetry Day,
so I will not write a poem that is good.
I will instead opt for the poetic equivalent
of a movie written and directed by Ed Wood.

The rhymes might be imperfect

and the meter might be off.

I've no doubt  that all the literati

will look down their noses and scoff.

It  is never going to win

the Bollingen Poetry Prize.

It's so shitty that it will do nothing

except fester and possibly attract flies.

You might not think it's as good

as a poem written by Wallace Stevens.

If you manage to find someone who cares,

then feel free to air your grievance.

This poem is worse than mediocre.

One might say it's unequivocally infernal.

I've no illusions that it will ever be published

in any respectable literary journal.

I hope that any critic who may read it

will call it an unmitigated disaster,

for this a time to wane poetic.

This is a day to be a poetaster. - Jeff Barnes