DEAD POET’S SOCIETY

I want to get really good at writing poetry

So i can say all the things I want to say, but never have

I expect all this shit will finally make sense

I will write poems for each of my friends

And my enemies too

Just because it would be really strange to get a poem

From someone you despise in this life

Like receiving wet origami that’s been gift-wrapped

And set alight

Whenever I try to write poetry it’s like my brain is always 10 words ahead of my hands

And sentences are baptised before others have even had a chance to get born

Like flowers blooming under the dirt

I dig them up and lay them on my casket

I step up to the podium

And give my own eulogy

Because all the good poets are dead