Reach outside yourself and find something
Then cobble it into a rhyme or meter scheme
And present it to the half-wits of the galaxy
Play with the language
Open a window to the inner world
That others might peak through and see
Does this spark joy for you? (you)
Do you pursue it for the love of the thing itself
Like whiskey?
Or is it a needless compulsion
Like chewing on one's own lip
Or bouncing the knee?
Reach outside yourself and find something
Then cobble it into a rhyme or meter scheme
And present it to the half-wits of the galaxy
Play with the language
Open a window to the inner world
That others might peak through and see
Does this spark joy for you? (you)
Do you pursue it for the love of the thing itself
Like whiskey?
Or is it a needless compulsion
Like chewing on one's own lip
Or bouncing the knee?
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