negation
this poem will not be liked on facebook,
this poem is not retweetable,
this poem will not be reblogged on tumblr,
this poem won’t be pinned on pinterest,
this poem has no place on instagram,
this poem is not hand-crafted from natural words nor factory-produced,
this poem does not spew forth from an artist’s bare soul,
this poem was not carefully chosen from thousands of hopefuls,
this poem will not live on after I am gone,
this poem may not even last the day, but at least
this poem will not give you strange looks,
this poem will not tell your mum what you did,
this poem will not be published anywhere but here,
this poem has not yet been written, it’s procrastinating, or waiting for inspiration to strike or something,
this poem is not yet perfect,
this poem is doomed,
this poem needs polishing.
