What’s the matter with poets?
Do they think they have something to say?
The arrogance,
expecting me to waste my time deciphering
some secret code of metaphor and rhyme.
Who knows what poets mean,
and on top of that, who cares?
Definition of a poem:
a rhetorical minefield
where every IED is a dud
and instead of exploding
I implode, nod off, thud.
Poet,
speak ye honestly and clean,
if you know something say something,
plain and keen,
don’t hide behind your dictionary,
no fancy dance around the mulberry bush
used as a simile for ‘childhood games.’
Write ‘childhood games.’
My best advice
when writing tedious tripe,
use your digital device,
then, to make the poem complete,
please
don’t press save, just press delete.