My masterpiece.

I'm pretty sure everybody is a poet.  Everyone I know feels passion about something or other, and poetry is pretty much just putting words to those feelings.

Very few people I know are good poets.  That being said, here is a poem I wrote just now, with no forethought whatsoever.

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The stars were
SHINY
and not at all
LUMPY.
Quite the opposite of
mashed potatoes.
Also I question the deliciousness of stars,
whereas potatoes
(particularly mashed ones)
are undeniably
TASTY.

Coming soon:  more like this.