For today’s prompt, write a purpose poem.
My Purpose
Poets proclaim
their purpose is poetry—
I know better.
We’re all just strands of DNA
trying to spread our spawn,
not much different from a virus.
Love is just chemicals,
naturally selected
that compel us to breed
but I broke that cycle,
revised my instinct
like a flawed metaphor.
My poems are my progeny
but my genes die with me.
(Note: that third stanza is pretty much stolen from Rick & Morty.)
“Like a flawed metaphor ” like this.
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That’s right.
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There’s a club and I, like you, am a member.
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It’s a good club! Fewer distractions.
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I love this one!
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Thanks. Glad you like it.
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