Poet’s Reassurance

Luke Koushmaro

Personal waste

Churning it out

In a post-haste race

Trying to find meaning

Meanings not there

No big grand schematic picture

Just that whisper saying

Don’t put it on paper

Whisper’s growing louder

Turning prouder

Turning what seems real

Into instant powder

Mix in some water

But it still won’t matter

Wrong muscle being powered

Just the bladder

Play the presentation crap

Taps and claps normally just raps

All just one non-poetic trap

And that’s that

But what’s that?

You’re still writing and reading

And saying this crap