I Write Terrible Poetry

Self-centered rants,
Indulgent bouts
of insecurity,
lust,
vitriol,
and
expletives.

Collections of words.
Entirely meaningless.

Verbal
mind-purges.

What is poetry,
really?
Does this even
qualify?

Are my questions
meta enough
to seem thoughtful?

A few
more words.

Another
short
stanza.

Something abrupt,
but amusing,
to close.