I find it so
fantastically
fanatically
fabulously
factitious,
That poems I write feverishly
in a manic fervor free-heartedly
paying no heed to rhyme or
rhythm nor meter but solely mood,
and it just so happens the poem strays
fearlessly,
fetchingly,
figuratively,
fluorescently
towards trending?
But I care not of fame.
I have exams to study for,
and instead,
I am writing this poetry.
oh, it is fervent frantic flounderous poetry.
but nevertheless, fantastic five-minute poetry.
my poetry.