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.
5th February, 2017