Literally, this takes forever, 

It lasts an eternity writing a poem.  

Trying greatly to be clever, but did you  

Ever realize not much rhymes with poem? 

Right and left are letters 

All ranging from A to Z  

Living through my keyboard, is quite  

Literally killing me. 

You might think I’m exaggerating 

I swear to you I’m not. Suddenly  

My head finds essay’s aggravating, 

Delaying me in every thought. 

Yes, I’m aware, some may think 

It has been said too much.  

Now I’m wasting all my ink 

Generously on a word I use as my crutch. 

I am literally running on caffeine 

There's no other kind of fuel. 

My brain works like a machine 

It’s overworked and treated cruel. 

The more times that I say this word 

Makes me think it's overused.  

Reading the poem aloud sounds slurred, 

As well as messy, tangled and fused. 

There’s not much left to say now, 

Because I’ve-literally-said enough. 

I’ll write one final line somehow: 

Being a poet sure is tough.