Some of my bad poetry, volume 03

Nothing rhymes
You don't have to do that
To be a good poet

To be a bad poet
That is my desire and my intention
To spill my guts on the screen
But say nothing of any consequence

Word with meaning individually
But when stuck together
They hang there like
A series of non-sequiturs
Or probably just gibberish

To express oneself
Is to say something
Or maybe nothing at all
Words flowing painfully
Like a dribble of thoughts
Lying inattentively on the sidewalk
Like a smelly, rotting fish by a pier

Need I say more?