This poem used to be a paragraph
Before I divided up the lines.
I don't know if it's better
Now than it was before,
Or even if it matters.
I know what Adam will say.
He thinks poetry is boring.
And frankly, I do too.*
I'd rather read a letter, or a story,
Or an essay about how to tie a shoe.
This will make some poets mad,
As it rightly should.
Until you accept that if it is
Just a matter
Of arbitrarily dividing the lines
Or not,
Then what I or he or we or they
Think about what
You've written,
Should not be taken into account.
*Except notable exceptions
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