Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

I'll be it but the brave.
For example unto I gave.
The people have no grave.
In simple language.
That Special call for it the poetry.
Young people man such,
virtuosity.
I understood the wind it would.
The voices never heard.
None are the same.
You take advantage,
Of the mind and things.
Behind.
I must admit to being milked,
and squeezed.