My Purpose

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.)


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6 Responses to My Purpose

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    “Like a flawed metaphor ” like this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    There’s a club and I, like you, am a member.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Cassa Bassa says:

    I love this one!

    Liked by 1 person

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