I can't figure out, I just don't kno'.
Why poetry hasn't evolved since Mr. Poe,
With riddles so deep, thoughts so complex.
The average reader is left so perplexed.
This isn't right, I really must say.
The interest in Poetry is fading away.
With period this, comma that, not that cliche!
It's a wonder why new poets ever stay.
I'm not saying let's tell 'em it's gold.
That's not the idea I'm trying to mold.
Thing ARE changing, view begin to waiver.
Times rearranging, the past ment to savor.
Dismiss my words for babble, and junk.
My mission is to give poetry some spunk.
You scribes in your dungeons can chastise thee.
The future is coming, and it's me