Name of Art

A poet I was ‘Cause I wrote Words so nice Flowing lines Easy and clear Images that You could almost see Paint with words A world so dear Then I learned To my horror This is not What poems should be They need words You've never seen Linked together Without a care Blank lines For no reason Formatting That makes no sense If you can them Understand The poet failed It will never work Now I know why Poetry is dead Poets killed it In the name of art