What will you do then...

So here you go again
trying too hard
to play the bard?
to please? to dazzle?
to hold the world in awe?

They remain unwritten
The words that fill you
the ones that are true
because you fear
they make a poor show.

Obsessed with rhyming
Using every battered cliche'
learnt till today
Rhyme after rhyme of trash
to the can they must go.

Yet people listen
"Oohs" and "aahs" break out.
They cheer, they scream, they shout
They keep you unprepared
for what is to come tomorrow.

When the day finally
comes when you just can't
write another chant
That's when people will cheer
at this horrible blow.