Poetry is difficult
Everytime you think you know it
It spits out another version at you
It's like a frozen river in spring
It feels solid at first
But you quickly realize its not
You think you've grasped the concept
Bam! You're sinking.
It pulls you farther down
As you struggle to escape
But there is no escape from the thing we call poetry
It has poisoned your brain
Upset your stomach
You're in love with it now.
