A parody — Just three measly lines
Shit, what do I want to say?
Quick get to the punch… Maybe if I allow myself a few more words,
And I change up the structure,
I can save this mess of a poem,
Tape up the metaphorical rupture. To gain from each reader a clap and a view,
I could convert my poem into a list! 5 ways to trick the algorithm into a buck or two, Before they forget you exist. Thank the heavens for Medium,
Says my family when I greet them,
They sit at the table,
I have to tell them a fable,
’Cause I don’t have enough money to feed em.