low down,
good for nothin'
been-rejected blues.
My meter seems fine.
My rhyme? Sublime.
So why, I whine,
this awful mess
I find myself in,
so sad and unseemly,
loaded with chagrin?
Beats me. I've just
got 'em. Bad as they
get, I guess,
those unexpected,
pain-injected,
stripped down nekked,
been-rejected blues.
© 2001
(received an honorable mention award in Ohio Poetry Day competition)
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Today's word: unexpected