Visceral me

Eloquent wordplay

And literary genius

Has it ever changed a thing,

Many describe my work 

As a visceral thing,

Lacking intellect 

And more about feelings,

But as a storyteller

This resonates more with me,

For feelings are where

All beliefs and ideas begin,

I am happy to leave intellect

For the academic crew,

Who look down their noses

At those who,

Try to turn their hands to verse

Mumbles a degoratory curse,

Through lips that are so 

Tightly pursed,

They don’t concern me

They can do their worse.

Have they manged to change the world,

For all their intellectual eloquent words,

The answer is no.

For many disconnect

For they prefer clearer messages,

Plain and passionate

And full of feeling,

About the world they realise  and are experiencing

And believing.

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