Write a poem,
it couldn't do no harm.
That is unless,
it's a total mess,
or attacks someones religion,
throws in their face superstition,
maybe attacks their present position.

Go ahead,
I dare you to write what you think,
then turn and blink.
When you look back,
you may be under attack.
Or reviewed in the rude,
not too exclude,
bashed to the max,
made to pay tax.
You might wish you're wax.

Then again it could be good,
lovingly understood.
A blessing to all,
your friends come too call.
Even your foes,
might not turn up their nose.
It might make you bother,
to try and write another.
Then another.

You may become a poet,
and continue to flow it.
Suffer the ups and downs,
get laughed at like clowns.
Or praised to no ends,
by foes and friends.

Who knows,
just the way it goes?
Just don't freeze,
quit with the tease.
Or get too serious,
slip and get furious.
Enjoy the verse
now you got the curse.

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