Ignorance

I right this poem to show,

all I do not know.

I cannot write in verse,

or form a good haiku.

My lexis I find lacking,

when I compare to you.

So I overcompensate,

in a vain attempt,

to show you all I know,

and for this I must repent.

For all I wrote is foolish,

not a word's worth ink.

Luckily it's digital,

and now I mustn't think.

Only one thing left to do,

show my poem to you.