Mechanic

You can't write poetry...You're a mechanic!

I use my mind, my hands, my tools...I'm a poet.

You can't write poetry...You're a mechanic!

I communicate and fix things...I'm a poet.

I take things that are broken and revive them with my own hands.

Engines run as words flow. Gas and diesel flow as blood does through a body.

I can write poetry.

I am a mechanic.

This poem is about: 
Me

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