The Discriminated Poet....

she will mistake
art as a form of disorder
it is not unlikely
since fails
in the Rorschach test
where butterflies leave
from the frame of a page
and goes somewhere else
and there will be more
stories of its adventures
no longer
warranted by the inkblots
of her mind

she will degrade you
into a candidate for an
electric cure
some capsules for medications
so recommendations
to another doctor

you are not a poet
but a madman eating words
drinking ink
barking like a dog
at the wrong tree
of this world

you keep you wisdom
shut your mouth
leave the place
and grow your flowers
somewhere else.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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