This is not a poem, for it does not rhyme.
It is not in prose, or rhythm or metered time.
Crap that rhymed...sort of.

Well this is still not a poem, for I am not a poet.
I do not write poetry, except this one,
which is not poem...I think.

Even though it now has repetition and structure,
Why isn't Iambic pentameter, Iambic?
Or pentameter? Or used?

Wait, did I use a contraction in the previous stanza?
Why am I asking questions in a poem?
Hold on... This is not a poem.

In order for me to be a poem, I need to be read.
Let me guess, you just read what I said.

Hey, stop reading this rhyme.
There was another rhyme?

Damn it, there was another one, right there.
Crap, the line above me is Iambic pentameter.

Wow, I just personified myself. Me a poem.
Wait a minute...I am not a bloody poem.

I am a piece of writing that nobody reads.
Except you, the reader, reading this, me...s?

Best of wishes in all thy future endeavors & ♥ ∞,
— the one without shade