Performing Poets

They stand there for ages Pouring out angst and woe, Seeming to gain strength As their words start to flow. They curse and they swear, Stand, scream and shout, And I’ve really no idea What they’re talking about. Just these loud strident voices Hammering away in my head I’m losing the will to live I’ve long lost the thread. If you thrive on your misery Then that’s just fine Done make me feel guilty for A happy out look like mine. I came here full of optimism But now I’m near suicidal, Reflecting on the merits of The old Scolds Bridal, A quick burst with a taser Even E.C.T. shocks Maybe even an hour or so Chaining them up in the stocks. I’m finished, I’m leaving Driven out at last, Just a relict from Their very recent past. I’ve always supped From the half full cup. Just a final message, For God’s sake, lighten up.