The Poem crawled on

the ground and then flopped

like a fish

The poem yelled out to

the people to give it life

A lot ignored the poem

Some made the poem boring

Some made it stupid

Others made it weird

and a few made it good

When the poem got up on

it's feet, it was now a poetic

sandwich

For you see when most people

create, the best they can do

is a sandwich

Not everyone is a painter

Not everyone is a playwright

They're just people

and the most they can do

is make a sandwich

and sometimes that's okay

because everyone can't be a

creator

But what of the poetic

sandwich though?

Well it's lucky that it's even a

thing as a lot of people don't

write these days

they just text away

their fingers

This poetic sandwich

Is it a tragedy

or a miracle?

No one really knows as

no one on this earth is the God

that can fully explain how

a fish of a poem became a

poetic sandwich and whether or not

it's a good thing or a bad thing

There is beauty and ugliness in

there and that's all that needs to be said