Poets—sprinkle Words

Poets—sprinkle words onto paper That, in turn, becomes glass sandpaper Optician's lenses, they're freely given here Readers choose what grade they want. Is it to be abrasive or persuasive? Interrogative or simple, non-invasive As readers, we'll ask ourselves. What will it even be denotive of? What will rub, off? Whatever eventuality, we want polish We want black or white glistening onyx That's all our readers want, let us be honest. We might like, But we don't want clairvoyants. Prophecy is all well and good But it isn't sexy or joyous.