The Generic Poem

I'm just your ordinary poem, in my plain and simple way.

There's nothing special here, it's just your average day.

I sit here all alone, no one listens to me.

My font is rather bland, and this is everything I'll ever be.

Not sure how I feel, I don't really know myself.

I'm timeless with preservatives, collecting dust upon the shelf.

But, if you have just read, all the above,

I thank you very much,

I just needed generic love.

©1996