For What I'm Here

I'm here for the words
Though inspired not
To make with the rhyme
I have some time
To make a post
And the goodly most
Of what I write here
Is poetry yes

And yes I know
It's not the art
That's most beloved
It's more a thing
That people say
Is yes okay
Just not to their liking 
No matter how striking
The words they are
You can't be a star
Because of verse
As you fair much worse
From this good thing
Than any other
Save for being a mime
That's just a time
of all out suck

 But being a poet
Is little better
As I can be
Yes on the stage
Feeling my flow
And there like whoa
We're talking yo
Can't you just
Be quiet like
We came here
Not because of you
It's just a thing we do
And you're bringing us down
Trying to be profound
When even if
You could make us laugh
We'd be like
Whatever man
We know that you can
But we don't care
We'd so much rather
You didn't want to share 

 At least that's the feeling
I often felt
On the goodly stage
As I held the page
Because what I often did
Was to freshly write
What I performed that night
So I could not say it no
Which lessened the show
I guess indeed
But better to read
My goodly words
Than to stutter along
But I could be wrong

 I was here for the words
And though but brief a time
That I was here
I did good
And it's understood
Or should so be
That I'm a master of poetry
And like a certain Captain
I can do me this
The whole of the day
Which is not to say
I'm an arrogant ass
Because I'm not
But when it comes to the thought
Poetically put
I'm da bomb
And your minds are blown
At how damn good I am

 Charles Petrie

Date
07-16-2019

Time
23:13-23:46=33

Word Count
327

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