Generic

People sometimes ask me
 Why do you write
 this stuff?
A pretty straightforward question
 though a bit
 colloquially put.
I guess you’d say
 it’s filtered
 it’s definitely
 gussied up.
But that doesn’t really matter
 because it comes
 from down
 Inside.
Shallow, callow, often mellow
 it says it all
 about this fellow,
a deathbed statement
 without the inconvenience
 of dying.
It’s pretty
 without the need
 for paint.
It’s my religion
 even though
 I ain’t no saint.
It’s philosophical
 without making
 (I hope)
 your eyes glaze over.
It’s happy
 it’s sad
Sometimes it’s good
 sometimes it’s bad.
But this stuff
 as you call it
is more than mine
 It’s me.
So take me
 or leave me
I try but I know
 I’m not
always
 your cup of tea.

Why Poetry?