This is just a poem by that guy you know,
Who gave rhyme to his thoughts, then put them on show,
And if you've read this far! Chances are?
you'll go all the way to the end,
As you have probably done before,
But here is the thing, that you really ought to know,
with only a few lines left, there is precious little to show,
Of the thought and time he's put into this rhyme,
Of the stolen moments he took to refine,
And the recesses of his mind he chose to trawl.
To essentially write a poem about nothing at all.