So tell me, Mr Poet.
You say you write under the divine
Light of Inspiration - ah that convenient
Word that represents everything and yet
Nothing at all.

You say you capture precious moments,
Sunsets, birds and pretty flowers -
Love - oh yes, we must remember that.
But tell me, Mr Poet, why are you
So desperate to be
Their jailor?

Should you not be pinning down those
Awkward, uncomfortable things like
Staples, for instance, or bills or maybe
Remote controls without their batteries.
Hmm?

Ahh yes, we're all a little weird sometimes.