Doubt your message to the same degree
It would aspire to ascend to poetry.
Meaning is only background to music,
The prostitution and porn you see.
Don’t worry if you don’t like the bad,
Though many people like the bad;
The bad will be buried safely;
But if you don’t love the good, I’m sorry.
No matter how well you bury and deceive,
You must love a poem. A thought. Not thoughts.
A thought is the very air you breathe.