Some poetry is really good
Although a lot of it is bad
Good poems make you happy
Bad poems make you sad
Some of it's propaganda
And makes you seething mad
Sometimes it grabs with double rhymes
So you are doubly glad
Some of it tells mostly lies
Yet one line of it rings true
Some of it tells you nothing
The best tells you what to do
Sometimes you think you'd do better
Writing prose, shopping lists or a letter
Sometimes it keeps you awake
Sometimes you read politely for some sweet person's sake
Sometimes it's just a cliche
But sometimes it won't go away
Sometimes it helps you through the night
Make you nod all day, the world's all right
Then you think I'm glad
There's someone just like me
The me calling from yesterday
Exact, succinct, and meant to be
Sometimes you wonder
Where is this going?
The writer must be mad
But there's no way of knowing
Sometimes you are glad
When you're nearing the end
Yet that poem that matters
Brings a new poet, new thoughts, a new friend.
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