Poets Who Don't

This poet sits in lonely room
observing life as from a womb;
action and consequence to him
are reduced to nib of his pen.

Greatest poems are those that were writ
on paper scraps found as you flit
hurtling through life in a rage
found later, forgotten, in a page.

Get out! Get dirty! Forget words;
they're best on the wing - free as birds.
Sound important? Then jot some down,
but put on boots and go to town.