Bad Poetry No.1

Words that rhyme,
are overdone.
Overwrought and overused,
until they are faded rags flapping in the wind,
unseen beacons,
clamoring for someone's attention.

Even washed and wrung out,
as the meaning trickles down the drain,
they are recycled and reused,
the limits of language at the edge of our creative efforts.
still tinged with despair and desperation.