Nice title, shame about the poem

Handwritten on a tea-stained page,
nothing worked at any stage.

Every angle was explored,
from wacky to tacky, rant to raised eyebrow,

ponderous, with a senseless stream of consciousness.

A series of haikus left me suppressed
so I tried modern free verse instead. here

Let's place a random word over

with

peculiar

gaps

to make it unclear.

That just made it worse,

even though I liked it at first

as some would take it seriously;

but pretentious bollocks is not for me.
If I had a studio this would be torn
to shreds and scattered on the cutting room floor.

But I don't so it won't be.