Genuine Talent

I was quite the poet in high school. A self-proclaimed genius, one might say.

The other day, I came across one of my hand-written diaries from the period, and found a snippet that has been stuck in my head ever since. The following little gem is circa 1999-ish:

Simple verse is not so easy

This is very true

The mere thought just makes me queasy

What am I to do?

I’ll tell you once and tell you twice

As I ponder through

That every poem has its price

What will this cost you?

Hahahahaha. Ahem.