(This has been edited several times, so it should be more entertaining...
so if you comment score it on a scale of blahs- 1-100)
Anger.
It’s alive!
Should I scream?
How about kill?
Shout?
Let it out.
Break free.
Blah blah blah…
I’m not really angry.
I’m sorry.
I won’t pretend
I didn’t cause you pain.
Why did you run away?
I just want to say "I’m sorry"
and make it all go away
and blah blah blah
this didn’t happen either.
I’m in your prison.
I’m your destiny.
I’m held captive
by your love.
A lethal injection
of your rejection
makes me bleed
and die
and blah blah blah.
Your body is dying.
You keep on flying.
You drop like a feather.
Your soul is mine forever.
You are stuck with a knife.
Lots of gore
and blah blah blah.
Poetry Poop.
Our love was complete.
How could you possible go?
We were happy in our life.
You did not see.
You pushed me aside.
You’ve broken my dreams
and blah blah blah
If I write any more of this
I really am going to scream...
I want you moreAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
There is one thing that's obvious-
I'm in a blah mood.
I'm just not connecting with what I'm writing.
Sorry there are no hidden meanings
and blah blah blah...
OK, I will attempt some TRUE poetry now:
My cardinal flower
emits a poisonous gas
that travels in a glass bottle
through a difficult and dangerous country.
While it decays
I give serious attention
to its four main features
of classification-
confusion, officiousness, reference, and luck.
Then I call it back
to dissect it
and hang it from the ceiling
to study its character.
Then I form a committee
to judge its effectiveness.
Then I yawn.
Go ahead, yawn with me.
Yawn!
Drivel!
A rewrite is required.
Done.
Go read "My Cardinal Flower".
Much better... not perfect yet,
but wait until it gets 100 edits.
Don't forget to come back...
Maybe some randomness will work here:
Hey, you!
See these words-
They can scratch your back!
By the way, have you seen your back lately?
It is layered with puppets.
Lavish French puppets
That say ‘oui’,
Or ‘répondre par l'affirmative’.
or blah blah blah.
French poop.
I just literarily just died there literarily.
But I did offer meaningless meaningful hidden meanings-
don’t bother to bother to figure it out.
In fact it doesn’t matter as a matter of fact.
Or does it? Will it? Won't it? Want it?
Yuck. Overdoing the trite play on words now.
Ug Fuf Mooeee Boop
Alnost too tired to type blah now.
Fingers crawling across the keyboard.
Bl...
...ahhhh.
Now that's the kind of stuff
That belongs in the wastebasket of life
Until real writing begins.
Hey, who's sifting through my wastebasket?
"Au revoir!"
Pronounced 'ove wah'-
means 'goodbye' in French.
There!
This poem WAS worth something-
if you didn't know how to spell 'au revoir'.
Now I can smile sideways. 
oops, well, I tried.
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