Anything: A poem about many things.

This time, when my mom told me to write a poem, I answered with "I don't know what to write." To that, she responded with "Write about anything." And so I did.

Here is the second part of my strange, poetic series.

I was told to write about anything,

And I took that seriously,

So here I am again,

Writing about the word “anything,”

Unlike the word “nothing,”

This word doesn’t have

A nice, interesting meaning,

Well, not that I know of,

As far as I know,

“Anything” is a compound word,

Made up of “any,’ and “thing,”

And now I’m getting too technical,

So I’ll tone it down a little,

This word is a risky word,

When one asks you,

What you would like to do,

It’s quite normal,

To respond with a prompt,

“Anything,”

I can assure you,

This is a big mistake,

Because now you’ve put yourself,

In a place,

Where they can ask of you,

Absolutely anything,

I would like to apologize,

For this incredibly weird,

Whatever this is,

But that’s what one gets,

For telling me to write about,

Anything.