You don’t need to walk dirt trails,
or down some shit gritty streets,
to find another poor soul,
pissing on your poetry.
I’ve been down that lame mum road.
And I can tell you there’s hope,
in studying your craft,
and working out all the crap.
I don’t know much about love.
But, I know shit gritty streets.
And I know sometimes dirt trails,
can sometimes lead to poems,
of perfect alignment for,
two people falling in love.