My spelling is quite atrocious
And my grammar is perplexing
I'm not literately ferocious
Which makes reading me quite vexing
I've not been lauded for my ideas
To which I'm told their all quite trite
And my spark light is just average
For a genius that's not so Bright
My meters rarely rhyme which is a poetic crime
A larceny in artistry to which theirs only spat
And my cadence is a match to the stomach of a fly
But I'll be dammed if I were called another senseless Hack
I'll never be the critic's friend
Or the readers hip top 10
For this is only medicine
To escape my fascist discipline
For I write just too survive
And Scream for the ugly butterflies
And such powerful medicine, Kevin! Absolutely marvellous poem! What a treat to read!
Aloha Kevin... Good work my brother bard... sling out the fun! and tout the extra-ordinary! rule this world wit your words! caught this drift and your bio... word working fun is the way to go... Sieg Heil! you gotta google Dave Chappelle, and watch the white power spoof from some years ago... you will bust a gut! it is the Clayton Bigsby, the black white supremist episode... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.
Wonderful! The perfect title is what got me to read it in the first place.
I've not been lauded for my ideas To which I'm told their all quite trite And my spark light is just average For a genius that's not so Bright. Poetry writing has catharsic effect it is true. Writing becomes medicine. sometimes it is better than taking all kinds of chemicals in the form of tablets. tony
i fee l that you describe me in this poem. I related to this poem because in my life It was true I hope you read my latest
I know how you feel Leeann, I think its a related human feeling, that's why I think art exists as a spiritual band-aid that gives us a small reprieve. I look forward to reading your latest work! .
I take it butterflies mean women.They might surprise you one day. Kind regards.
Actually Sally I was inferring to people in general, men, women, trans or those undecided. In general I was referring to myself and all those who live in societies margins. Hope all is well.
I take it butterflies mean women. They might surprise you one day. Kind regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this! Just how I feel sometimes. Keep on writing your feelings.