The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?
the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean? the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?
but nobody, no one; ever… told you you had
to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean!
So you can take your suit just in case,
and I can take in the
rain and coat my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind. and I don’t mind metaphors
to explain lyrics across… the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry
to me, if I can’t take
it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot.
Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.