The Perfect Poem : and the Truth Is

and the truth is, the truth is there is no such thing as the perfect poem syllable count and line and verse the poet lays out his tools to show them his best rhymes and worst to curse and the truth is, the truth is there is no subject worthy of best no scan and sound better than all a poem is a work of art not a test the higher it gets, the further it can fall and the truth is, the truth is the feet stutter, the rhyme flattens hours, days, weeks in the making more words, more stanzas it fattens the poet knows if the poem is faking and the truth is, the truth is the guard is up to be taken down the poem expects to be picked clean the poet bloodied, sporting a frown poem obscure yet meaning to be seen and the truth is, the truth is before you with all due charity if you see it that way, this way words set out in an offer of clarity today is this poems day and the truth is, the truth is the poem is bang, flash, wallop, fizz the poem is bang, flash, wallop, fizz the poem is as perfect as it is, is it, it is. 21.11.2010