We Don't Like Poetry
She said, “I don’t like poetry.”
“Forsooth!” said I, “Really?”
Yet you listen, hour upon breathless hour
To rhythmic verses of country whine,
Endless twanging, chaotic musical notes banging.
In the background, white noise and lustful melodies clanging.
“I don’t like poetry.” He said.
“Forsooth!” said I, “Really?”
Yet you gyrate to the raging beat of violent rapping.
Husky lyrics flow melodiously off your cursing tongue
And spray the peaceful, quiet night with viral, hateful musings.
“We don’t like poetry.” they said.
“Forsooth!” said I. “Like, really?”
Madonna, Taylor, Pink, Katy …
you can’ t wait to download their latest offerings.
Poetry rules your life.
You lust for it.
You need it to survive.
It sets the rhythm of the universe,
And your childish beating heart.
Just because it’s set to music? “Forsooth.” said I.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger Fleming © 9.3.2024
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