The Poem Without an End Working Towards the Beginning

This is the poem that realistically doesn’t end. Started writing it one line from the final, Just keep working towards the beginning, Yes that means it has no meaning, Just needed something to do to ease the feigning, Having no point makes it quit demeaning. Stupid as drinking to the point the room starts spinning. No awards do I expect to win, In fact something this stupid should be a sin. And this, people is line number ten. Please no one follow my direction making me a leader of men. What can I conclude with out an end? And a beginning that can never be reached, So much for proper English the teachers in school preached. That much be one thing I wasn’t awake for, I’m done for now because I can’t take anymore of this, I’d rather watch someone taking a piss, Cause this is a writing that I won’t miss writing when done, But there is no end, so it will never be done. That’s a horrid thought, I hope this line of shit you haven’t contemplated buying, Really now its time for me to say goodbye, Cause this is hell on my eyes, It’s a great reason to despise all my work, Perhaps the next idea will be better, If after this piece of masterful grade A crap I can still go on, Its already left a scare a mile long, Creating feels in my heart there in poetry I don’t belong. Wait just one minute. I won’t give up, I’ll come back next time swarmed up like a hive of bees, Reader to write about nature and the trees, Something to lay my mind to rest giving it reason to ease. Yes, now I’ll quit since you asked please. I’m sure a tease, Are you read to bed upon your knees for an end? There is no end because I’m trying to write my way to the beginning.