I wan'a write a poem

But there's zip to rant about There is nothing to bemoan I wan'a write some rhyme But I have no reason to 'Cuz deep thoughts are outta season The sign in my head Reads, "Out to Lunch. Back in 10." Pro'ly went to Subway. But I can't take it Someone give me a topic And I will rant/rhyme "Eastern Standard Time" "R.P.S.'s dirty crime" "Gershwin's Summertime" Anything. At all. I wan'a write a poem But there's zip to rant about There is nothing to bemoan And only whiny poems are any good.