If You Don’t Know, I Can’t Explain It

Why

He asked me why someone like me
Would waste my time on poetry
When anything I had to say
I could just say the normal way

As blind men cannot see the light
As ostriches cannot take flight
So the prosaic cannot know
Why you or me is wired so.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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