The Worst Poem

[miyako73]

I can neither chant nor sing;
My battered heart is weak,
My lungs cannot sustain
High notes and rhythm.
.
My limbs cannot sway a dance;
My crooked legs wobble,
My thin arms harden
From a childhood polio.

Don't expect a story from me;
My memory loses easily
The faces I see and draw
And the wild flowers I pick.

If I am a poem, a masterpiece
Of cliches struggling to be profound,
Of meaningless words and metaphors,
Of all, God is the worst poet.

[cafolini]

God would have to be the best, the worst, and anything else in this context. No matter what you do, you cannot win there.