Am I talking out of my arse?

I say 'poetry'.

You say, 'I never understand it.'

I say, 'Look at it like putting together a puzzle.'

You say, 'How?'

I say, 'Think symbolism'.

You say, 'What do you mean?'

I say, 'When you read 'flower'. Don't always expect it to mean 'flower'. Expect it to mean what the flower might represent or symbolize according to the other words surrounding it - according to the emotions the poet is trying to portray.'

You say, 'I don't get it.'

I say, 'You never understand them.'

You say, 'Have you seen Ben?.'

I say, 'Ah, very poetic'.

You look at me blankly.

I smile.

You say, 'So is that really a smile or does it symbolize something else?'

I say, 'Now you're talking out of your arse.'

You say, 'I am not.'

I say, 'Think symbolism. Your arse symbolises the crap you're uttering.'

You say, 'Ah! Now I get it!'

I say, 'Get what exactly?'

You say, 'Well, if I want to write a poem, all I have to do is talk ot of my arse!'

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