Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile. br I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability. br br My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning. br So I've been a little short on plot, ever since my weaning. br br My poetry would be aetheric, br if the Muses weren't so esoteric. br br It's clearly only clear to MY sense; br 'cause I poet without a poet's license.