POEM 4

The thing I love about poetry 

you can be anything you desire

you can be soppy or political 

or use it to conspire 

You can literally be anyone

be it sensible or bizarre 

you can be a medieval peasant 

or a famous superstar

You don’t even have to be human

you could be a lofty orange giraffe 

or a nutty hunched back hyena

 with an infectious manic laugh

There are no rules in poetry

the canvas is delightfully blank

You can be ever so ever so intelligent

or a psychopathic crank

It doesn’t have to be real

but it has to get you hooked

if it’s worth your time to read it

It might end up in a book