Two Kinds of Poems

You know
A good poem

By the way
It runs out
Ahead

Full of
Wild spirit

Rearing up

Kicking the air

Whenever
You come
Near it

And you know
The other kind

The one
You have
To push

And nudge

That refuses
To budge

That finally sprints
Away in defiance

Stumbling
To the ground

Coming up lame

Having to be
Put down