This Poem Is For You

I am writing this poem for you, but I don’t know you. I don’t know what you hate or love, -white, red, black, blue up, down, sideways –I just don’t know! So, I will pick a broad subject People, yes -maybe even you! You, you, you! I will write this poem for you and about you! “You,” you are a person? Right! There are billions of people on this planet, tall ones, short, old, young, fat ones, skinny ones, some in good health some ill. Some will die while I write this and while you read it some will be born. We are all the same, people are people but we don’t think alike, look alike, or talk alike. Some of us love each other, others hate everyone; most do both unequally –we choose what we think, and we think differently. You are smart, you can read (many can’t,) and you are reading my poem that is interesting to me. It shows you have great taste. You are perfect, smart, good taste, interesting and I bet you are even sexy. I bet “You” are too large a subject for one poem, too complicated, too complex, so, I will write about my cat instead, a car ran him over yesterday he is dead; and I have a half can of cat food in a plastic bag in my fridge, useless and taking-up space.