Clear as Mud: Experimental Poem

I think the best part about writing (especially conceptual writing, a.k.a. experimental) is that you can break the rules. As a writing student, you are told to never write using cliches. We are taught to write "fresh" and be original. But, for me, the last thing that I want to do with experimental writing is to be completely original. The fun part about this writing style is you can take things that aren't your own, that aren't original, but make them new and fresh in your own way. And that’s what I did with the poem, Clear as Mud.

Clear as Mud

Ah, to be young and foolish.
She’s the bees’ knees–
the apple of my eye.
She’s a diamond in the rough,
free as a bird,
dressed to kill.
She makes a dagger in the heart
as easy as eh-bee-sea.
She’s a do or die girl
in dog eat dog world.
She gave the patriarchy a cold shoulder,
ready to crack the whip
and burn bridges.
She was never one to cry wolf
or be a backseat driver.
Loving her makes me as blind as a bat.
It’s as clear as mud that I’m
damned if I do her and
damned if I don’t.
She taught me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that
there's no place like home and that
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
All is fair in love and war–
all is well that ends well.
We fit like a glove,
snug as two bugs in a rug
and all