Toowon.

Shall I write for the reader as tutors decree.?
Shall I write for the money? Or just write for me?
There’s no need to fret as I don’t really care.
My words are splashed out and they’re left here and there. 

I’m told that enjambment can make stanzas glow,
however my full stops stop readers mid-flow.
It’s said there’s no money in poems these days.
Well, That’s what the tutors who write story’s say.

I’ve done stuff I want now my message is clear,
I’ve ran out of ink, and of paper I fear.
My words will live on as my flesh turns to dust.
So I’ll keep writing poems. It’s something I must.