It comes easy to me
This poetry
It flows
And goes
It’s own way
I’m not writing
I’m presenting what’s already there
The poem wants to be
And I’m it’s convenient vessel
And I do my bestel
Not to make it a messel
And so what if that means
Misspelling a word
Or even creating one, too
You’ll note poetry will come easy to you
Too
If you ignore all the rules