Poesy

This whimsy that poesy is releasing is bleh.
It can leave you all tangled, choked up, disgruntled.
This notion that poesy is cathartic is blergh.
It can bind you in layers, ones you cant rip through.
This faith that poesy is enlightening is blegh.
It can leave you more befuddled, angsty, in the dark.
This belief that poesy is your mistress is blah.
It holds you by the leash; you perform on demand.


October 2011