When I was in 6th grade, I wrote poems on demand for my suburban classmates. I stopped when one chick found my poem about her horse to be underwhelming (how can one write about what they haven't experienced, nor feel a need to?).
Every once in awhile, usually while under the influence, I write a bawdy and amateurish poem.
A few years back I had a socially awkward roommate who inspired me to write the following:
nikonphoto80:
nice! i like it. maybe you should start writing again now that you have been out and experienced life.