I looked into the mirror
Eating an ice cream cone
Dressing in the morning
Working toward a future
The above was a crappy attempt at a poem. I don't really care. I don't write poetry. In fact I write violent literature and it's not for the faint of heart. Sometimes I write in different genres, but not that often. The above poem I was kind of being pretentious and at the same time boring.
Really, though, what makes good poetry? I took a class on this topic in college, but we never really came across any conclusions. It is what it is, but that's not good enough.
O well. Not much to say today. I'm tired and I don't care.