I'm writing narrative poetry
To please the masses with verse
Un-versed because nobody knows
How to do it anymore.
(insert metaphor for the heart)
Heart's are just organs teaspoons are the real deal
Here is happiness,tempest on a teaspoon
Getting quicker with the drips don't call them tears
Where's the originality?
(cackle at alteration and appreciate the notion
of a bracket and enjambement)
If emotion rests in the balance of milliliters
I'm calling it real because hearts beat
And that's it; don't romanticise, rationalise.
Your brain is intelligence doesn't mean it's apathy.
(end it here before people know you're being insulting
and **** ink tears into little noteboks)