Poems are like children.

Each poem has its own personality too, and temperments and shining moments, etc.

Very similarily, you can't really change a poem from what it grows up to be. It often heads in directions you never thought it would go, and no amount of effort can seem to change that.

Keeping that all in mind, this poem was a complete out-of-control booger that would not behave.

But i love it anyway.