A Perfect Poet

A Perfect Poet A Perfect Poet He wrote the poem and spelled the words so incorrectly he must tell his word document to ignore the half of it. He tries to make a style stand out to be eecummings in his heart he starts an idea and makes it work somewhat then he twists the center until it gels and bleeds then he turns the ending until it seems like just the ticket for the transfer on the bus ride home a perfect gnome a self important man so far from home a place in time already gone so all alone and hurt the day will come when attitude will win and all the people lose there hate and poets win and a perfect poet rides the wind and the blanket gets so wet at times and the life spills out when love arrives. AH HA he cried a perfect poet is the plan a perfect poem is a different thing.