Talk About Poetry
Aw, man, not again.
I don’t wanna
Talk about poetry.
Read it/don’t read it.
Get it/don’t get it.
You don’t need to
Wrap your life around it.
I don’t give a shit how
Iambic your pentameter is
Or if the point was boldly
Blatant or cleverly hidden.
It’s like a piece of art.
It hits you without
The need to dissect it.
You want profound?
Your world moved?
A religious experience?
Get on the highway,
Turn off your headlights,
Drive in the oncoming lane.
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