A poet’s life is an awkward one, br he sits with pen and paper in hand, br writes down what comes into his head, br prints it up, reads it through, br only to find that someone br can’t understand br a blinkin’ word he’s written. br The most frustrating part br is that he understands it perfectly well, br so now he has to explain and tell br what the whole thing is about. br At times, a poet’s life br just wants to make you scream and shout. br So you take pen in hand again, br hoping what you write this time br they will understand.