Lost Writes (2003)

Greatness is my illusion

For only through confusion

Can I bring forth

Anything of worth.

Greatness is taking away

The lower things you can say

And leaving only a narrow

Scope of thoughts you can borrow.

Greatness is repetition

Of a predefined ambition.

Just the telling of old stories

From accepted categories.

Greatness is not

Writing about what you thought

Greatness was at all.

This poem will not fall

Under the greatness that you saw.

It has a category flaw.

The rhyme scheme doesn’t fit at all

And the rhythm seems a bit stalled.

But hey… I had a ball...

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