I Write Stupid Poems (For You?)

I write stupid poems
For stupid reasons
Hardly
Poetic (?)
I don't even
Write
I bleed
In spurts of thought
Obsessive
Derivative, I think
Too much
Organize strangely
Poorly, pathetically
Unorganized
Blips and clips
Blurbs of fallout
Burning sparks
Of emotional feces
Annoying, uncomfortable
Yet somehow still
Light
Enough by which
To see
Something
With those shining eyes
That blind me
Till I have
No idea what
To do
But write stupid poems