Revolution of Dead Poetry
Offensive tones
Offensive notes
Poets complain
Poets go broke
Who cares who likes this
Who cares who agrees
Who cares if your upset
I happily smile free
Your too involved
In this pointless game
Of writing love notes
And ever complain
I shoot my own
With your ball point clone
No one will even care
What you write when you are gone
The cyclical life
Will bring your pen back
Give enough time
You will write the same slack
And I will complain
Again and again
That your lonely pen
With its constant frown
Will look for acceptance
As you rub each other down
So cry to one another
About these words
And pat one another
Where you lay your swords
And smile as you kill
And praise while you drill
And write how you miss
Your feelings in the abyss
Poetry died out along with God
Religion is a fable
And so is your nod
Do yourself a favor
And solve your solution
Do yourself a favor
Join the revolution
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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