The Cowardly Poet never writes poetry.
The Cowardly Poet only daydreams his poems, which is the ultimate masturbation.
The Cowardly Poet won't dare tell someone he likes poetry, and thinks that this a virtue.
The Cowardly Poet reads great poems and is scared, but watches Youtube vids of slam poetry and thinks, "That ain't shit, I could do that."
The Cowardly Poet doesn't drink enough and isn't genuinely morose.
The Cowardly Poet wants to avoid Impostor Syndrome, but doesn't mimic, let alone practice originality.
The Cowardly Poet is cursed to wear his blandness like a heavy, damp coat, which he put on himself.