untitled poem #2

I refuse to write this poem
and I won’t write it in pen.
OK, maybe a line or two,
but I won’t enjoy it.
All right, it is kind of fun,
but I’m still mad and
I won’t like it.
Well, I guess, since
I’m writing anyway
might as well say
somethin’.
Fuck, shit.
That’s it.
and no one will like it.