Frustration With Poetry

I know I won't make my goal
And writing is such a bore
Though I continue to push myself
And endure this month-long chore
Poetry is effective when I mean it
But otherwise so bland
And I still do this exercise
For reasons I can't understand
Just wait until you're inspired
That's what makes sense
Still I find myself writing
So surely I'm incredibly dense
When I mean what I say
Then I'm a good writer
But this worthless push
Makes me to poetry a fighter
We battle with each other
And sometimes I win
But what comes out is like kazoo
Far from a divine violin
Battling for the words
Is meaningless pain
In which the quality is lost
For only quantity's gain