Silly Poets

Thanks for destroying poetry It was fun while it lasted Your constant whining, relentless plea You poets are all alike, filled with hatred Mad at the world, denouncing lost loves Heart breaking? Release the white doves Let me play the violin so you may win an Oscar For making me cry as I read your disaster Let me guess, your lost love got married? Spar with yourself and write it in your deed “I will not write about the same old creed” But thanks again for destroying poetry Seems like you know how to relive history Here’s a tissue box so you can cry at something It’s filled with lotion so your little ego won’t sting Do us a favor and write about the world Live in someone else’s shoes and not your own You might find that the picture you are painting Can be seen by more and not those with hatred Silly poets, words are for artists Like that little rabbit you won’t get your feet wet So run in circles until you get your dictionary Look up idiosyncrasy and see what it means, really And when you have wasted your time Looking up the meaning for most people rhymes You may then get the feeling Of what it feels like to sit through your readings Silly poets, even if you do hate me I don’t really care because you know I speak the truth you see One day when you have decided to grow big and tall You will preach the same to the ones who wish your work to fall Sesame Street makes more sense than you Ask Big Bird for a feather to write down a clue And while your at it ask him what rhymes with “Roses are Blue” Silly Poets