It's a Poem

People always ask me what I am.

I tell them I am a poet.

They say that they don't believe me,

So I show them some of my poems.

Needless to say,

They're struck speechless.

Tears well up in their eyes

As their eyes stick to each word

Like roadkill squirrel guts

On a Hummer's tire.

See what I did there?

Simile.

That's an aspect of poetry.

Pretty clever, huh?

But yeah, so like,

They read this one poem I wrote

And they loved it.

It was from the perspective of a baby.

But not just any baby,

This baby was the Antichrist.

It's about his first observations

Coming into the mortal world

As a human being.

It's pretty flipping deep,

Not to toot my own horn.

I'm a poet.

Poet is what I am.

One may consider me a poet.

A poet, by the way, is one who makes poetry.

Like this right here.

This is poetry.

What, you don't agree?

You think this is a joke-poem?

Well, maybe it is,

But that doesn't stop me

From being who I am:

A poet.