Forget iambic pentameter,
or rhyming every line;
your a poet or your not,
if you think you are-that's fine.
Forget the mystic musings,
let's call a *****, a *****;
just give it all you've got,
hey, we're not getting paid.
Forget the morbid statements,
they don't get you anywhere;
and if they ever did -
who the hell would care?
Call the glowing rose, a rose,
not some flaky, foolish flower;
call a downpour- heavy rain,
not some puny shower.
Call it love or call it hate,
not some stupid choice;
but shout it from the mountaintop,
in your strongest voice!