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.
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!'