Poetry they say it's not

Poetry you say it's not,
That's why I call them a thought,
Something to work the mind,
Yet meaning from them some will find,
It's about every day,
What people may do or say,
Or about a time of the year,
Maybe even what some just fear,
To write these I need not think,
They come to me in a blink,
On the page my pen will flow,
What's on my mind then will show,
It could be something great,
Or maybe something that I hate,
It's an opinion none the less,
But how I feel you need not guess,
It's all here in black and white,
Clear as the words I write,
If there's something you don't get,
I really don't give a s**t,
No sleep will I loose,
If just you I can't amuse,
Pass them by is all I can say,
I didn't ask you to read them anyway!

An Uncle Charlie Original