Un-Poetry

Nothing really to see here

Just another poem that doesn’t

Rhyme

This is nothing you haven’t seen

Before

Keep reading if you wish, but really

It’s unoriginal

It is, as my officemate calls it,

Derivative

It is, in its essence, a copy of everything

That has already been written

Frost

Thomas

Eliot

Dickinson

They laid the foundation

We like to say we build upon it,

We, as poets,

But we don’t

We’re just regurgitating their ideas

Unoriginal

We use similar imagery and metaphors

We use the same sentence

Structure

We are, indeed, imitators of the Greats

Fakes