This Ain't No Pool

This ain't no pool
That no matter how cool
The water is
I jump right in
And swim fish swim

 But maybe I should 
Yes think of it thus
Because I've long since been
Sitting at the edge
With my feet
Just partially in

 Like what was I waiting for
Since the dude
Who isn't cool at all
Didn't fuckin' show
And didn't say whoa
I won't be there today
Should have led
Like right away
To writing eh

 So what'd I do instead
I tweeted like a twit
Though fun as hell
And helpful to the brand
Yes the fish is mine
I understand
My anger for me
I should have been writing poetry

 Yes these words here
Though sweetly dear
They could have been writ
An hour ago
And not been shit
Because my muses
At least of verse
Are near but ever ready

 Thus for this
I write I do
With a goodly feeling
I do not have
In anything else
Though my woman says
I do her good
Like a world of
You pervy perve
I give her the love
That she deserves
Though that's ever the time of course
Where I wake up
And sigh indeed
As I'm in bed alone

 This ain't no pool
And I feel like a fool
For not diving in
As I usually do
Though it's true
That I can't dive
I can be right quick
Which I wasn't here

 But in the end my friend
I did but well
And leave the words behind
For you to find
And marvel at
Maybe laugh about
What and how but ever
You react to them
You can tell me true
Though I'll boo hoo boo
If you say they suck
I've got pluck
And talent yes
That says success
Is not yet out of reach

So others will come along
And say they don't
Which is enough for me
Because poetry
It's my ever jam
And part of who I am

See I'm the poet fish
And this is my aquarium
Where I swim best
You may not be impressed
But that's okay
I'll live to poe  I will
Another brighter day

Charles Petrie

Date
08-17-19

Time
13:50-15:32=102 Minutes

Word Count
361





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