Hello, Poetry

The glass grates

against my teeth

The beer flows

nicely on down

The rhythm

with time

and metre

goes

against

the flow

but

With a lack

of care or concern

I can break

these *****

little

habits

in order

for me to experience

a sense

of

literary

freedom

Even if

it does

scratch the eyes

and burn the ears

Even if

it never pays

for a mortgage

or

a new car

At least

At the very least

It will distract me

from the torments

of regime

routine

and God awful

reality

Writing really was

the first

and last

noble human invention.

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