Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile.
I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability.
My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning.
So I've been a little short on plot, ever since my weaning.
My poetry would be aetheric,
if the Muses weren't so esoteric.
It's clearly only clear to MY sense;
'cause I poet without a poet's license.
Steven Silent Wolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/d-m-v-department-of-muddled-verses-or-my-mother-is-the-only-one-who-will-read-it-without-curses/
