The frog legs of poetry are not dissectible
The rhymes in my mind walk on all fours like an animal
My poetry is flammable
The words are getting so hot it doesn't even matter though

And just to let you know
Poetry is an illegally parked truck that I wouldn't tow
I can't just make up these words
I just let them flow

I lay my rhymes on the surface
Let them sink in and get deep

While the audience is on the edge of their seats
With clenched cheeks
Cold feet

Poetry is the beauty and the poet is the beast
Poetry is the pit bull and yes it's off its leash
Poetry is the carnivore and the punch line is the beef

Vampires, sink your teeth
Into the flesh of poetry

There are no words for me to use
To tell you how much this means to me

Poetry itself, unlike anything else
From the old books lying by themselves on the shelf

Almost unreadable
They are just too strong
Too fast, too unbeatable

So I'll tell you what it means to me
Look me in the eye, let's talk about poetry