It Helps

No one said you have to cut of your right arm
and feed it to the pigs
Who were already
starving
No one said you had to shout it from roof tops
or speak to the sea
No one said you had to ride backwards on a
hillside motor bike
on e
while making love to
that girl
you just met
No one said you had to leave your family
fuck prostitutes
and kill priests
but it helps
before
you sit down
and write
poetry