The Bathtub

You never would think,

to look under the sink,

to find words you that you need for a poem.

You would probably look

for the words in a book,

at least that's where some writers might go.

You could walk all around,

looking up, looking down,

just hoping your vocab will grow.

But for me, it's uncertain,

like what hides in the curtain,

when searching for something to show.

Maybe happy or sad,

could be Curious or Mad,

there really aren't rules to follow.

Could be night, could be day,

could be any old way,

I've learned to just go with the flow.

This poem has a purpose,

although seemingly worthless,

It really can help you to see.

It doesn't matter whats said,

if the words can be read,

just let your imagination run free.

What I'm trying to say,

is there's more than one way,

writing poetry's like playing a game.

Some may rhyme, some have rhythm.

Some have none of that in them,

so poetry is never the same.

Don't let anyone tell you,

the things you can't do,

Don't listen to those power-hungry scrubs.

Just find a good place,

where creativity can race,

and who knows, it might be the Bathtub.

~Zak Hazlett