Poetry Is Gay

 

He puffs out his chest

Like he’s summat dead important to say

Looks me straight in the eye

And goes “poetry is gay”

For starters mate

Who are you to imply

That it ain’t OK

To be gay anyway

And besides

Poetry is my life

Writing is how I make sense of me

Make sense of living

Of everything

Creativity like an IV

Keeping me going

Drip, drip, dripping, feeding

So many empty pages ahead

My ink’s bleeding

But I’m fighting off the block

And I’m still breathing

But why have I gotta defend

My passion to you?

When you tell me

Poetry’s music’s boring cousin

And spoken word don’t do

Nuffin for you

Maybe you just ain’t listening

Maybe you just ain’t feeling

Maybe I’m wasting my time

‘Cause you’re leaving me reeling

And I know you’ll have the last word

And I know just what you’ll say

You can’t justify your position

With owt but “poetry is gay”