Last Words

You made it.

Plenty of bumps

And bruises

along the way

but it

need not

Be sweet,

Be sour,

Be stale,

But it

Must

Sweat.

Sometimes you make a mistake, taking

The wrong words,

The wrong verbs,

The wrong tenses,

The wrong periods,

The wrong commas,

The wrong metaphors,

The wrong similes,

The wrong alliterations,

The wrong onomatopoeias,

The wrong synonyms,

The wrong antonyms,

The wrong transitions,

The wrong jokes,

The wrong insults,

The wrong low-blows,

The wrong images,

The wrong everything else,

And toss them

Into a ripped, plastic

Bag

Shake it up,

Stomp on it,

Toss it into the

Blender, shred it

Into smithereens,

Pour into a coffee mug,

Chug it down

And make

The

Wrong

Poem.

More often,

It’s so easy,

To make

the mistake,

Writing it.