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See me babble furious words broken
In chaotic places, call it
Poetry; read it passionately
Although somewhere in there
He’s chokin’ on it.
Hypocrisy – he has no rules
To follow slavishly yet
He curses free verses caustically
If it isn’t good,
Then it isn’t
Poetry (read it passionately)
What is it? How can you tell?
It is personal preference,
Not popular deference; so
Froggies ribbited to your chairs
The moral to this fable:
Share your wits like confetti –
Poetry read it passionately.