the poetato

i'm so miserable, methinks
my life stinks.
as the outside world frolics with twinkle in eye
i languish in basements
i sigh!
i cry!
will they ever take notice
and question me why?
i think heavy thoughts but
i cannot yet die!
i've memorized booklets of numerous subjects
i've suffered in silence and been hit by objects!
my feelings run deep and my face is so droll
has my lifelong travail
now not taken its toll?
i yearn for poesy,
sensible company,
slices of brie, and soymilk in my coffee!
as i trouble the world with my tearstained verse
may the laurels accrue to my name.... never worse!
when i lie down to rest beyond
far pearly gates
my only fear after death is to be second-rate!
i will move you and mold you with my lullabies,
if you know it or not,
care not i, oh, not i!