I really don't know. I just don't get poetry. Existential dread? I do know I hate that def poetry beat, That haikus are a fun little word retreat. Epics tell us stories of amazing feats, And Kavya is a style written by pajeets. I know that limericks should be filthy, And that sonnets should be grand. That acrostics spell out messages So few will understand. But what I do not comprehend Is why I'd read one to the end When it's so clear just from the start That poetrys not my cup of art.