I Call It A Poem

Here we go again with a lesson Gone are the days of my pen Going is the era of local tribesmen Arriving is an unstoppable breed of new women These words I am typing Are meant to be enlightening and delighting My verse is classically glorifying Above the veritable imagination of feelings I call it a poem Since it has style It is about something, many things or a single item While it is worth the while for me to file and compile Evaporating slowly is nature suffocating us with torture Of ways to endure and rapidly find it a cure I call it a poem Because I'm able to express myself to the reader Construct words into amazing blocks like a builder! Consider it with gratefulness as your thinking feeder Capable of quenching the thirst of any gender! So always think before you bleed as a teamplayer or leader I call it a poem As I decide when to be responsible In painting it simple and making it sensible Or complex and abstract so my intentions are invisible Every word, sentence or paragraph is dispensable On reaching the end of its pinnacle I call it a poem When it airs a message so strong That has been caged for quite long! Even an earthquake of sarcastic criticism Cannot stop the desired effect on any citizen My poem is always about me or you Sometimes it turns to the old, sometimes the new With statements that are false or true It can shape into funny, beautiful, clever or absurd Take heed, for at the very end, these are merely words!