This poem is impatient!
It wouldn’t go away.
Although I said “I’m busy!”
It insisted it must stay.
I was with another poem
Which required a lot of care.
But this one made a racket
So I’d know that it was there.
“Pick me!” it cried in urgent tones,
“I can’t hold on much longer!”
So I turned my attention to
The poem that was stronger.
It swayed my better judgement
By dint of being loud.
It steered me from my righteous path,
Of which I am not proud.
And as it nears conclusion
I have a sneaking fear
This poem had no message but
To tell the world “I’m HERE!”