'poems like this suck shit'

but that's where flowers grow
between the cracks of broken sidewalk
but the feet must walk with the mind
so as not the 'leaf' life behind
step on a crack, break your mother's back
if you're not willing to go there
you'll never smell the flowers
you have to be willing to kill the Buddha
or enlightenment will always be just
something you don't want to step in