I actually write quite a bit of poetry. But I've found this one's my favorite. And, oddly, I've found a lot of people like this one, too. For some reason, they seem to feel it fits a lot of situations. Because it's something about nothing.

A Poem About Nothing

This is a poem about nothing.
No flowing words about gardens or trees.
No tales of the birds and the bees,
Because, this is a poem of nothing.

This is a poem about nothing.
No winking stars in the evening skies.
No mysteries or lovely eyes,
No, this is truly about nothing.

This is a poem about something.
Of this, I truly now know.
It’s so very odd how things can go.
Because, this poem is something about nothing.