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.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
“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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