Thorn Blood
What if I wrote like you?
What if my poems pose as prose?
What if I hide intentions in entendres?
What if my lines happen to rhyme?
What if you don’t relate to those?
What if they bury your goals?
What if they say poetry is dead?
I say I’m a blooming rose
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da da da da da – sung in a lilting tune. A clever way to say I will do it the way I want to do it. – – A refrain heard on the playgrounds of all the schools I ever went to. Clever work.
Thank you. Made a typo I didn’t catch til it was too late. Chris is fixing it for me. Sometimes they slip under the rug!