Self critique

death by poetry

It started with cutting just a few words,

not too much mostly cliche

but it made things worse

so I started in line by line

that seemed to be just fine

apart from the habit of forcing my rhymes.

My titles never seem to work

and I think it should end 

before the last verse 

as most of the good stuff

is the bit that comes first.

They’ll say he just stopped writing

but there’s no poetry in that?

and although the petrol smell

is frightening and the tiptoed

noose is tightening.

It just comes down to the ending

and a slow mo match descending.