Why I Dislike Writing Poems

Poems are too picky
The lines, far too tricky
They need to be sticky
If they're going to be good.

I'd rather they rhyme,
But I haven't the time
To make sure that I'm
Always getting it right.

Syllables are grim
Where can I begin?
I can never fit in
Everything that I want!

I'm sick and I'm tired
Of my poems that are mired
With lines, uninspired
And meanings unclear.

I just want to write,
Not spend my whole night,
Just trying to light
That bulb on my head.