Poetry for the People! (Poem)

Save me from critics poetry
Impenetrable and verbose.
Without a regular rhyming scheme
And written half in prose.

Save me from verbal caviar
The emperor’s new clothes.
Put away the selfie stick,
This ain’t no time to pose.

Poetry’s blood, and dirt, and fire,
The hand up when you fall.
But above all else, poetry is
Something that’s there for us all.

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

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