This Poem Sucks

I know, I know,

The title gives it away,

But I felt like writing it anyway.

It is just that I like to type sometimes

And forget about the internal rhymes,

Or the meaning of the words,

Or the futile stabs at the ineffable.

Forget about all that,

And just let me write

A poem that sucks.

Let me simply add adverbs

And adjectives willy-nilly,

And abandon the grounded nouns

And verbs with verve that vivify.

It's hot outside. It's summertime.

Let it suck, and suck badly, and let me

Cop out and see what happens.

Let me lower my standards,

Not that I had any to begin with.

Blah, blah, blah.

This poem really, really sucks.

And here’s the three-line kicker 

(which in and of itself also sucks):

I enjoyed writing this poem.