! Are Persons People?

and he says you don’t write poetry to please people, you know that’s with a comma after people you write poems to please you with shock lines like I still treasure our first condom oh my love to show that you’re cool and hip but she says why write poems at all if they don’t please people men have such egos I suppose it’s because they can’t have babies but who are people anyway, how many persons make a people or how few persons and are they a random mix or is there like a recipe, some of this lot some of that he says people who know about these things like poetry but how do you know which are the people who know I’m not sure I know he knows for a start and she says well ordinary people so what then do you slide up to a bus queue when there’s no bus in sight and say look you’re ordinary people I’ve been looking for you yeah watch them give you a nasty look and skedaddle pretending they remembered they were due some place else I’m beginning to wonder if people really exist I mean as such but I’ll have to stop there my PC says it’s run out of virtual memory that’s another thing I don’t understand maybe people are just a virtual memory too I’m beginning to wonder if anyone knows what *people* should think about poetry maybe they should just write it throw it away see who picks it up and not never nohow talk about other *people’s* poetry