I don’t conform to formal form
Or disguise my words with words
I simply write about the norm
Be it abstract or absurd.
For it matters not how true your truth
Or how well you rhyme your rhyme
But rather if someone other than you
Has a clue what’s on your mind!
A maze of words misunderstood
Though a beautiful thing to behold
Cannot do the world a wit of good
If the meaning’s consumed by the fold.