Wednesday, 5 February 2014

I hate poetry

I hate poetry
   I don't understand it
I hate its intensity
   I throw a fit

I wish I knew how to conceive the ideal
    That poetry isn't pretentious
I do not believe that any of it seems real
    It all seems so ambiguous

I do not understand poetic style
    I don't enjoy Iambic Pentameter
I do not read it for awhile
    It can go on for a kilometer

Another thing, it's hyperbole
    It's symbolism
It feels like you pay a fee
    To read a page full of Jizzum.

T.S. Eliot, Bronte, and Dickinson
     All were ahead of their time
They are studied a tonne
     For the ability to rhyme

I hate poetry
     There is no meat only corn
I don't think there is anything to see
     Time to go watch porn.

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