Poetry is Stupid
Poetry, oh poetry,
What purpose do you serve?
Your words are like a puzzle,
That I can't seem to observe.
You speak in metaphor and rhyme,
With language so obtuse,
Your meaning is like a riddle,
That I can't seem to deduce.
Your structure is so rigid,
Your form is like a cage,
Your verses are so predictable,
Like turning of a page.
Your poets are pretentious,
With words they try to flaunt,
Your subject matter's boring,
Like a broken faucet's haunt.
I find your presence needless,
Your meaning hard to glean,
Your essence is so hollow,
Like a distant memory's dream.
So poetry, oh poetry,
I'll say it plain and frank,
I find you quite insipid,
And for you, I won't give thanks.
**Poetry is Stupid**
Poetry, oh poetry,
What purpose do you serve?
Your words are like a puzzle,
That I can't seem to observe.
You speak in metaphor and rhyme,
With language so obtuse,
Your meaning is like a riddle,
That I can't seem to deduce.
Your structure is so rigid,
Your form is like a cage,
Your verses are so predictable,
Like turning of a page.
Your poets are pretentious,
With words they try to flaunt,
Your subject matter's boring,
Like a broken faucet's haunt.
I find your presence needless,
Your meaning hard to glean,
Your essence is so hollow,
Like a distant memory's dream.
So poetry, oh poetry,
I'll say it plain and frank,
I find you quite insipid,
And for you, I won't give thanks.
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