Poem!
How dare you defy me
the words at my command.
I am your creator,
you cannot deny me
but somehow you do:
words gone AWOL,
escaped from my mouth,
I sent out the guards
but they came back with doubt
in a basket
like dirt from a harvest.
And this is the result,
a poem in rebellion
against the brain that spawned it,
all the words I tried to type
come out as if I yawned them,
too awake to sleep,
too tired to weep,
with just enough energy
to use the keys
to write a poem
that doesn’t deserve to
exist.
Jesse Ellsbury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-in-rebellion/
