Because I have so much to say,
I am driven to verse. It’s discursive.
The chaos gets ordered this way;
My intent is to keep it subversive.
Writing is self-medication;
Keeps me sane for the duration.

My own lyrical rationale:
Push back against the status quo.
Instead of some dull pastorale,
I want the whole shit-house to blow!
God must temper my vanity—
Or else I’m condemned to insanity.

So I start with ideas (and beer)
Until a thesis emerges
Always keeping the mockery near
When the inspiration surges.
I strive to reverse the curse
Of confessional maudlin verse.

If I ramble too long you’ll tune out.
Your span of attention is short…
So you know what this stanza’s about
As I end it, or maybe abort.
(Whatever I have written here
May well have changed within a year…)

PROMPT #26

write your own ars poetica,
giving the reader some insight into what keeps you writing poetry,
or what you think poetry should do.

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