Let us play a game, for I know we all love games, where I post one poetry, and another responds, and so on.
Yes I am bored, indulge me? Please?
Yes, I write poetry,
but not like the kind you think.
They are rather long,
and make perfect sense,
and are the kind I would read.
Why can’t beautiful writing be clear?
Polished and meaningful?
Why must there be so many symbols?
Of crocodiles, alligators, and…
Aren’t they almost the same?
They are my thoughts,
eloquent and not refined.
Wild and carefree,
like white against freckles,
I can write poetry.