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