I wrote a sad poem earlier today.

Got the words out so they wouldn’t stay.

 

I let them crawl off my hand down my pen,

Though I didn’t really want to see them again… 

 

I looked down, I realized that they were just wiggly words.

Scrambled up letters, invented by nerds. 

 

I observed these puny paupers on paper,

And how exponentially their power could taper.

 

I can strike and scribble and doodle as I choose. 

And I betcha my eraser these words’ll lose…

 

When it comes to a battle of strategy and wit,

These measly words could still learn a bit.

 

So, if you’ve got words giving you guff,

Roll up your sleeve and loosen your cuff.

 

Let the words slide down and splash on the pad,

And I tell you what, you’ll be happy you had.

 

Once they’re all there, and you’re the boss,

Well, now it’s time to play a little word toss.

 

Negatives and nay-sayers, out they go,

Now it’s just you and happiness running the show.

 

You can pop a prefix on one and BAM it’s undone,

Or rearrange some letters just for fun.

 

Grab your quill and get to writing,

This is not about poetry, it’s about word fighting.