First Post

I really like cats.  But when cats aren't around, isn't that a bad thing?  To express my feelings, I wrote a poem on the subject.  Actually, I am composing it on the spot now.  But I am convinced that it existed in my head long before I was even born, as an imprint in the universe.  Such was its greatness.  

I think it's rather unimportant that

Right now I write a poem about a cat.  

There's already a lot of angsty poems

Written by angsty teens in trailer homes

That wind up in a blog, few of them good

(Guess now they know why they're misunderstood).  

This poem isn't about cats at all.  

And, starting now, it doesn't even rhyme.  

I just wrote a poem about a poem about a cat... if you can call it a poem.  After all, can such an artistic achievement be ascribed to a simple noun?  I think not.  

I have nothing witty or interesting to say.  But I'm still going to make another post.