Poetry Or Masturbation
Poetry or Masturbation?
Let's take three minutes if you will, to try to fathom rhyme,
Not hard, or sanctioned by the crowd (their 'faith' that tough's refined)!
Are you the kind, who leans toward rape by strangers with your time,
Who dreams that fool's gold, salted earth's investment to be mined!
Orgasmic pleasures of the flesh too short for you? Try verse!
Time man might spend on poetry is rarely a lost cause,
Or thought, lost leader! Glad or sad, verbose, or short and terse,
Where free verse drowns in 'prime time' soaps, most rhyme shows meter, laws.
Applause the crown for souls who share some vision of the heart,
Disdain cheap thrills as carnivals, but view all love with pride,
Who explicate when words short shrift a meaning they'd impart.
No poet's prose, saint prophesys, the Church Christ claims as Bride!
Brian Johnston
28th of May in 2019
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