We all drink water
So being hydrophobic
Is nonsensical
Finding perfect words
How difficult, how futile
Why do poets try?
Too much alcohol
Dulls the creative spirit
Just enough sparks it
Claustrophobians
Participating in hugs
Hypocritical
Drive your phobias
Up the proverbial wall
Look them in the eye
Strange noises happen
Do not hide beneath the bed
Stand up and listen
Release those feelings
Untold thought within the heart
Begets frustration
The cooking is fun
But eating a meal alone
Leaves the chef hungry
Suspend your beliefs
So others may have a chance
To influence you
Religions are cruel
All preach love and forgiveness
But only breed hate
Imitate Babe Ruth
Point to where the ball will land
And run the bases
Creativity
Ebbs and flows like ocean tides
On its own schedule
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