You can gush and emote <br />gripe and moan <br />weep and groan <br />slash your wrists <br />with fourteen razorblades <br /> <br />and it still ain't poetry <br /> <br />do NOT pick up a book <br />or read the best stuff written <br />fly by the seat of your soiled britches <br />and let it all hang out <br /> <br />if a dozen monkeys <br />typing gibberish <br />is poetry <br />or verse <br />whatever <br />count me out <br /> <br />that ain't poetry <br />by any stretch <br />of the imagination <br /> <br />grow up <br />poetasters <br />and wannabes<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anatomy-of-a-poem/
