I can rhyme, but I can’t poem.

Everyone’s a fucking writer,
We’ve all got words to sell,
50 cents for half a dozen,
Cause rent won’t pay itself.
But where are all the stories?
All I see are filler words-
Though imagery sure is pretty.
Pronouns, adjectives and verbs!
I’m not sure if there’s content,
In context, it seems wrong…
Contextual art, or asinine?
Here lies a poem in fixed form.
But wait! What is the meaning?!
Oh. Ha… I see whatchoo are doin’

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