You can gush and emote
gripe and moan
weep and groan
slash your wrists
with fourteen razorblades
and it still ain't poetry
do NOT pick up a book
or read the best stuff written
fly by the seat of your soiled britches
and let it all hang out
if a dozen monkeys
typing gibberish
is poetry
or verse
whatever
count me out
that ain't poetry
by any stretch
of the imagination
grow up
poetasters
and wannabes
Michael Pruchnicki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anatomy-of-a-poem/
