Let Me Not Nonsense, Pen

Let me not nonsense, pen! One-liners, jokes, do I dread. The carnival of forms, far too many. Some not poetry, at all. About as good as "Henny-Penny!" . Sounding like echoing laughter in an empty hall. The murder of our beautiful English language, banal and cold as an empty, plastic mall. . Or overdone with oh so, impressive words from our great Thesaurus. Better to read famous poetry, with your red cat, Morris! . Truth, soul, God, do they really matter?  Sadly, not really~ if on the floor, truth is shredded, lying in dirt, in tatters! . When a human life ends and you refuse to shed a tear. You no longer are a poet, just about as human as an empty can of beer!                          2/25/2021                 ~1~