The poet in question was always writing words

they were always written down as fast as lightening.

His poems grew larger than life

His muse became his wife

but if he couldn’t write he felt too much strife

his words, his verses, his stanzas began to swallow him whole

writing came out of ears and out of his soul.

They started to tattoo him in unfortunate places

all over his body including his face

worrying though it was to see

this unfortunate man could not let it be

he couldn’t stop it,

his poems were taking over

until he could only speak in rhyme

over time it became frustrating even to his friends and family

and all the people he knew

but the poetry inside of him grew and grew and grew

until it went off as a poetry bomb

affecting ordinary people who couldn’t write

even a line or two

now they can frighteningly write a poem or two!