I do not write right. My descriptions are without.
My poetry lacks poesy. There is little flow, see?
My thesaurus needs more choices.
I’ve run out of delightful options for… good.
The passive voice is used far too often;
Work must be done.

I run in circles of cyclic stylistic mishmash.
Some of it’s all right, but
some of it gets tiresome.

I get tiresome.
My work reflects me
and I am tiresome.
I am not writing right.
Something must be done.

I wonder who will do it.