Revolution of Dead Poetry

Offensive tones Offensive notes Poets complain Poets go broke Who cares who likes this Who cares who agrees Who cares if your upset I happily smile free Your too involved In this pointless game Of writing love notes And ever complain I shoot my own With your ball point clone No one will even care What you write when you are gone The cyclical life Will bring your pen back Give enough time You will write the same slack And I will complain Again and again That your lonely pen With its constant frown Will look for acceptance As you rub each other down So cry to one another About these words And pat one another Where you lay your swords And smile as you kill And praise while you drill And write how you miss Your feelings in the abyss Poetry died out along with God Religion is a fable And so is your nod Do yourself a favor And solve your solution Do yourself a favor Join the revolution