A poem does not have to rhyme
to be called a work of art...

I'm tired of all you idiots
That blames the world for your life...

I am the proudest husband
You could ever find...

There's this girl who knocks me off my feet
And I just don't think she understands...

I'll take your words
And attach to them like a leech...

If you love him, like you say
And you're scared he'll walk away...

I want to write
A poem just for You...

So everyone is not misguided
Ive come to set the story straight...

As I take an outside look
To whom I've become...

Cockeyed Katie
Lives with her mom...

In this life,
of ups and downs...

I thought you loved me,
But you don't care...