This is not a Poem

A man came up to me one day
And told me poems suck.
He kept on droning on and on
On how they are just muck.

He told me poems are not art
And rapping is the best.
I sat him down showed him my work
And got this off my chest;

"Mate, poetry is more than words
And you must listen here.
It is an art of crafting phrase,
Listen and you will hear."

He said, "This is not a poem!
It doesn't even rhyme!
It's useless boring Greek filled trash
It is a waste of time!"

"A poem doesn't have to rhyme,
It needs to flow" I said.
"A poem needs a rhythm but
That's gone over your head."

"But it still is not a poem,
It doesn't look like one."
"But words and phrases, they'll still live
After we're dead and gone."

We argue on for what seems hours
Until we hit a wall.
I ask, "Why do you feel this way
On poetry at all?"

"It's just a boring dated art
Which has no relevance.
I feel it has no place to fit
In today's present tense."

I said, "Poetry is timeless,
It merely just evolves.
Put passion in your words and watch
The poetry unfold.

But with your negativity
You won't know where to start.
Stick with me and I will teach you
The secrets of this art."

I taught him everything I knew
Of poetry and prose.
His new intelligence helped him
To bloom just like a rose.

He no longer thinks of poems
As dated useless slough.
He went on to write many things
To think, he's famous now!

He's very so accomplished much
And just think that's great.
The man I argued with is now
The Poet Laureate.