I Blame a Lot of Things on Caffeine; This is One of them

"Creativity"

Creativity is an apethetic young man;
He scoffs at what you learn
And makes you forget what you know.
His tastes change with the seasons,
But he holds equal the old and the new.
Sometimes he picks up a rock
And throws it at your head
To get your attention,
But more of then than not
He eschews the people who try to get to know him.

Those who have a more intimate relationship with Creativity
Are generally older and equally apathetic as he is.
But it is a wise, pragmatic apathy acquired
Over the years,
And they put it to good use in their daily lives.
Not Creativity.
He is opportunistic and selfish,
And he wastes his time waiting for people
To listen to his lies.

I hope you like it. One problem with writing poems about creativity is that it's really embarrassing for the author if the poem isn't creative. Good thing none of you know what I look like. Actually, I think it's more embarrassing that my audience consists entirely of people who do know what I look like. YAY CAFFEINE!