What then shall I write about?

Or how to pull a poem out of a hat.

What then shall I find now to write about?
Our would be poet so likely needs to know.
Poetry without purpose so lacks clout.
Tackle anything, I’d give it a go.

While Inspiration kept a low profile.
As not one subject suggested itself.
Procrastination just ain't worth my while.
Though poetry surely won’t swell my wealth.

So sadly the poem wound up without
any meaning. Not even one by stealth.
Self-referral it went out with no guile.
Still somewhat patchy, which just goes to show.