I like to play with words; the Word is God
They say, “You play with God? That’s fucking cool!”
I guess you’d say by words at times I’m awed
At times I’m awed and odd. At times, a fool
The fool is wise when words ae more than true
What’s more than true, you ask? I’ll tell you this
The Word is like the Monkey in a zoo
The Poem is the cage where It finds bliss
So God’s a Word and poetry’s a cage?
The poet can be odd and awed at once?
I’ve also heard it said, the world’s a stage
At least it isn’t school. I’m not a dunce!
Reality is often most absurd
And Fantasy’s fantastic! There’s a Word.
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