Poetry is dumb
It's so absurd
What's so great
About rhyming words
None of the words
Make any sense
Then they tell me
That I'm too dense.
What else can I say
It's all so boring
They put me to sleep
At 12 in the morning
Why should I care
About format and form
I'll do what I want
And stray from the norm
They think they're so cool
With their fancy letters.
I bet I can write
One hundred times better.
The classics are gone
They're old news
Tell me when there's
More interesting muse
Poets are haughty
And so arrogant
Tolerating them
I just simply can't.
Everyone study's it
In English Class
But nobody cares
Except if they pass
They speak another language
Like they're all aliens
Speaking so funnily
Should be made a sin
I'll never write a poem
Not in my life.
I'll rather stab
Myself with a knife
About the Creator
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