To perfect poetry you must be prepared to play with peculiar phrases.
Put people in places,
ponder problems provoking panic,
possibly promoting the manic,
prance with the profound and possibly pathetic.
present the public with a puddle of proverbs.
messy, mindless, mad words that mock their motifs with neglect when the maker deems fit.
creating personal perceptions, a puzzling parade of pondering.
Poignant poems are perfectly pervasive and partially absurd.
Perfect poems share a mind with just words.
They preach unsound philosophy, prioritise personality.
Perhaps people underestimate their originality.
Perhaps people should put pen to paper, pause phony pretences.
Present pure-joy, Peer off the precipice, partake in poetry.