Dear Professor,

Poetry makes so little sense,

for an accumulation of words steeped in meaning.

Every pause so chosen, every sentence so dense,

and yet it sounds of gibberish convening.

Let the first line rhyme with the third,

but the second must do so a paragraph down.

"My hands down my throat—" Well, my feet to a bird.

It's two in the morning; just what did they say?

It's of an experience lived, of emotions important...

I get it. I do! But when I just look around—

There's beauty in simplicity. In explanations discordant.

Hell— sometimes, I just want the sounds.

So please, let's stop with the complex poetry homework.

Let's write a haiku.

Sincerely,

Turkey Block

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