How to Write Poetry Like Muhammad Ali

Take a pen, bust it in ten. The ink courses in you.

Paper — who? You outta your mind. Not enough trees ever grew.

Mind right, airtight. You’ve never heard of regret.

Walk off, the piece is finished, though you ain’t started yet.

Look out upon your spectators, word’s lyrical athlete.

Clutching chests, their hearts move by the thrashing of your beat.

Couplets streaming from your mouth, a whale through water-cool

With nursery rhyme ease, humbly descend, to take these fish to school.