Poetry. If Someone Doesn’t Understand It, Just Tell Them It’s Poetry

Poetry anyone? Well you might not find it here but I'm putting a clumsy attempt at it out there today. I'm totally prepared to keep my day job, no worries. 

A little something poetic with no point of interest, that’s always fun

Except when everything has to rhyme so I’ll say a word like illusion

Because that doesn’t and I hold some, like the rest of you

Tangents of grander like turquoise,

Eloquent nothings I hold true through artistic development of the mind, a virtue

A spiritual walk through, react to this reincarnated cadaver of smoke

All inhale the vintage toke

Rhyming I guess is easier for me to interject something in passing

What that is in this particular case is back to those eloquent somethings