What then is poetry in practical terms?
Can it substitute for Viagra?
Can it fix a leaky faucet?
A leaky faucet, yes it can,
if the drips report a kind of yearning,
like brooks turned to creeks,
that submerging, somehow, somewhere
a reader gets like sneaky Pete from a bottle,
bobbing, swirling in a pond
Could in Central Park,
or bone dry Australia waterhole,
or even in far out there in Ulan Bator
No easy feat, the closest large water body being,
the Yellow Sea that borders the Prohibitive Kingdom of North Korea,
where no one gets to read nor write a thing,
that doesn't stroke Beloved Leader,
Kim Ill Something or Another,
Son of Sun, Son of A Gun
Keep hope a live,
for it is said, the latest Kim
went to college in Switzerland,
a land of relatively few poets,
but definitely open to free thinkers
like Einstein and Karl Jung, to mention a few.
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