I write poetry about anything and everything, why not?

Is an artist single minded, what rot!

Who cares about a leaf on a tree if not me?

Picasso and Leonardo might say the same, poetry is free.

I say I write rhymes because what is called poetry today makes no sense.

People hate it, do not read it, they are not dense.

I do not sit on the fence.

Shall I compare thee to a Summer day?

Who said that? Not me, anyway.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2017


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