Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

Consider it a creative constraint Not to light the fire When the mind goes blank and the ink runs dry Let the shivering inspire

Consider it a creative constraint To dance while penning words Of your admissions of childhood shame Of turmoil, and butchered birds

Consider it a creative constraint Unlike a common amateur To incite revolt against the PM In strictest iambic pentameter

Consider it a creative constraint To finish this poem before the chance The too-much-tea you drank at lunch Makes another appear-ance

Consider it a creative constraint To include footnotes in the structure of rhyme An avant-garde suggestion you’ll find Is an idea well before its time

Consider it a creative constraint From the burning mulberry don’t flee Address the root and branch on hot singed paper If I may recommend, quite rapidly

Consider it a creative constraint To write a poem with pretty shitty meter, at least one dodgy rhyme and no real conclusion