When I am compelled, I will write.
Even though I normally wouldn’t do this,
I find myself doing it anyway.
Or maybe I just want to look
As if I’m doing something productive,
So my hold over this laptop
Will not be forfeited.
This follows no rhyme,
No rhythm or any such pattern.
No couplet or quatrain segregation.
No deep message worthy of the title “fridge logic”.
Not nearly close to the footsteps
Of Poe or Elliot.
Poetry without a particular cause
Greater than mere amusement and ostentation.
To even classify this as poetry
Is beyond me.