Rocket Science Poem by Matete Motsoaledi

A poet tried to be smart with his art
To satisfy his addiction to diction
But lost meaning to rhyme-scheming
He churned out empty lines
Which went into a comma and died before a full stop
But the fool wouldn’t stop
He scribbled passive cursive
Which was not at all impressive
And carried on cursing and cursing
To spice it
His imagery as I imagined it
Was like a litany of bad dreams
Insisting on invading my line of sight

So he was told
Keep poems simple
Like dots in Morse code
Weave words into visions
That loose minds in imaginings
Stevie Wonder did it
With limited resources