A very good piece,
Writing a good poetry is like making love
Or trying to get to sleep as a kid,
Or hearing an ice cream truck and
There is no certainty that you would get one,
Not all creatures are easy to please and
Maybe not all brains are ready to cooperate,
Should I say it is the pen?
The pen is just a messenger and he awaits
To be send on an errand.
A very good piece does not wake up
In just one rainy day or perhaps a sunny day
If there are any luck, a very good piece
Might not even wake at all,
But you need to try and try regardless
Of what the piece might be, to be blunt;
It might be shit but thats your own shit
And it might be a hit from the park,
And that will pose to be your own hit.