Without Poetry……(If It Wasn’t for Poetry –topic mused-)

Without  Poetry  I  would  just  be…. No  meaning

 

Same  brother,  like  the  really fake  ones  on  TV

 

Standing  in  a  pile  of  brown  steaming  feces

 

Yeah,  yup  that  is  how  I’d  be  existing  without  poetry

 

 

Without  Poetry,  you  couldn’t  ever  know  me

 

Just  another  every  day  faze,  standing  on  corners  dazed

 

Confused  by  the  way  the  world  reverses  in  daily diatribes

 

Without  Poetry  I’d  survive  poorly  played  out   by  facsimilies

 

 

Without  Poetry,  how  should  I  ever  become,  2b?

 

No questions  about  where,  when  and  how come  its  me

 

I’d  see  past  deliveries  as  closed  curtains, lost without  certainty

 

Transmitting  radio  waves  of  ruling  parties,  soul-lessly  existing

 

Persisting  in  keeping  it  really,  non  factual  in  my  everyday  deliveries

 

 

Without  Poetry,  folks  would  be  like man  you  crazy  2b…..

 

Writing  all your  “ish”  out  in  the  open  for  others  to  critique

 

Teaching  others  that  although  different   paths,  but  on  same  flights

 

The  fire  would  be  doused,  as  all  trails  of  blaze  would  be  put  out

 

 

Nah,  not me,  I  ain’t  ever  gonna  try  living  Without  Poetry…..

 

 

PEACE