A Poets Audience Poem by Matthew Holloway

Do you really want to be this
An audience for a poet
The platform for their thoughts
Those mad ramblings
Impassioned dreams and desires
Do you really wish to hear
Their thoughts on the seasons
Those twisting verses
Which ply love and sex with sorrow
The storied tales sung along
With a varied flavour
Style and substance exist
If only to be played
Or not to be played
That's a question, for the poet
The bard, the profit, the seer
Or just another lonesome writer
Placing their soul on offer
Through their literature
Do you really want to be this
An audience for a poet