Inappropriateness
Well some insist
The cures of a Poet
The blessing of his gift
My body well normal
My mind evolved
There is no problem
A Poet can't solve

I inter the store
Smile on my lips
A big interruption
But I always insist
Excuse me I say
In an inquiring growl
Do you sell stuff here!?
As the crowd turns around

I'm never lost for words
I'm a poetic clown
Being a Poet lifts me up
When I'm down!