Poem about Poems about Poems

It seems self-defeating,
To write a poem about a poem.
When, confessing to lack of topic
One tries to turn art into irony
And produces, somewhat miserably
a senseless soup of linguistic idiocy
with a measure of metaphors thrown in
for the sake of self-esteem.
As if to say, I tried
But my rather inadequate mind
failed in its attempts to find
a topic worthy my words and time.
Never mind that I cannot rhyme
any better than a kindergartner,
Something needs to be written
to write is all that matters.
As to artistic merit, well
that is of no concern
at this rather late and very delayed juncture.