This is Exactly How it Happened
I entered a blue haze
Which upon further inspection was seen
To be a cloud of dry snowfall
It was here that I realized
That I must take this paradigm of mine
And transform it, consiously
Into something else that I could more easily manage
Regardless of the fact
That I would be ignoring a particular reality
As I tried to utter this in my mind
To create a new piece of literature
I realized that poetry is the pathetic attempt
Of self-short-handed men and women
To place themselves above the people around them
By expressing their thoughts
In gramatically incoherent mummbling
And claiming this failure to use language properly
As a lisence of the artistic
Only further proving their incompetency
I then came home
And several hours later
I wrote this
This is exactly how it happened.
