Do Not Covet The Poet Poem by Matthew Holloway

The words stick to the tongue
With the sharpness of a spirit
The acidic life played out
In a verse poured onto ice
hits you sharply and with a fire
That burns and shakes you
Existence is a way of life for some
This way, is my way or their way
Or another's way entirely
How can you ever be sure
The poet may paint a wonderful world
Of sex and drink and strength
Where the thought process echoes
Into your world, but it's not yours
It's a fantasy, a fallacy
Still, still read on and live
Or dream, act out the part
Like an actor upon the stage
Just be you in the end
Do not covet the poet
Desire their emotion or experience
Wish to stand in their shoes
No in the end, it's best to just
Just be you