This is not a poem.
My license expired.
Lapsed, uninspired.
Always tired.
This is not a poem.
Thoughtless words repeated.
Mind empty, deleted.
Emotionally depleted.
Officer, I swear, this is not a poem.
Nothing sage to find on this page.
I’m not dealing with real feelings.
Just hollowed rhymes that finally fall flat.
For, this is not a poem.
Be well,
Monty

Monty, your anti-poem is lovely! You can say “This is not a poem” but I know a poem when I read one!! Clever!
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haha. I guess just a bit too clever than
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