One Vote

I wrote a poem I thought was good,

I poured my heart into it.

I made it rhyme, of course it should,

but somehow really blew it.

I entered it in a poetry contest,

an on-line sort of thing.

Seventeen others joined the quest,

contesting for the bling.

One stinking vote is all I got,

I guess I just don’t have it.

On my record quite a blot,

my genius just not worth shit.

In fairness to the poetry contest,

the winner was quite fine.

I’m still pissed off I failed the test,

and feel a need to whine.  

Ken Ferguson