Poetry's Defense

Complicated... Degraded... Debated... Mandated... It's time to overthrow complication To cease the reign of complex words' occupation Million dollar syllables will no longer make up what is considered deep Shakespeare-like riddles are banned from "classical legends" to meet Non-breathing, abstract matter can, now, die from being personified It's time to stop the degrading of such sweet expression Give me your confession Promise your words' digression Because until then Poetry will be in depression Notice these rhymed conceptions See their unnecessary communication Realize that your intellectual, finger-snapping speaking is a deception I pray you rehabilitate this addicting obsession It's time to have your sentence debated For your talent, you've faked it Some judge that individual words is what makes Poetry That may be true, but rare writing does not make it hard to beat In effect of you saying what people can't comprehend Doesn’t mean it's deep This...you may not understand So ridiculous...it's going over your head It's time to enforce what is mandatory Required for you to study this written directory An obligation for you to sacrifice your mislead words of feigned innocence Necessary to fight the war to rekindle what is left in Poetry's defense With my mind's passion, I can only have it stated... Words: No more complicated... X - out the degraded... Cease the debated... And do what is mandated. 3/21/2010