It's Only Poetry

[Guest guest]

when I forget to remember

I remind myself

I've merely forgotten

to remind myself

I've merely to remember

that words are just words

 

but in the beginning

was the Word and the Word

was God

and then I remember

I've merely forgotten

that words are more

than just what words

can say

 

what's all this drivel

this babble and riddle

it does'nt make sense

to me

I write whatever I feel

wheel and deal

in the shpewing of shpeel

which does'nt make sense

to you

 

but who are you

to call it nonsense

when I already know

very well

that that's the case

 

they're my words

and mine alone

and so long

as they make me feel good

I'll keep on writing

whatever keeps me alive

in the hood

 

I know I don't rhyme

but I don't have time

to make my words sound

sublime

my brain does'nt function

that way

 

I don't have time to analyse

my sentences

for correct rythm and metre

or whatever you want to call it

 

I call it poetry

and I only

mostly

impress

myself

 

" Silver "

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