Poetry is crap
I haven’t had much to say for myself recently, so here’s a quick poem to keep you going…
POETRY IS CRAP
Poetry is crap
Poetry is shit
If you’ve got something to say,
Just bloody say it
Don’t dress it up in metaphor,
In metre and in rhyme,
Don’t give me all this thee’s and thou’s
And thusly’s all the time
Poetry is bollocks
It has no place today
If I want to say “I love you”,
That’s what I’ll bloody say
I won’t compare her to a flower
Or the wind or sea or rain
She’s more than that, she’s a girl from Clapham
Who I want to see again
We like the same things on the telly
We both like using Twitter
We love kebabs with chilli sauce
It’s not poetry we want, it’s… pitta
Poetry’s irrelevant
Poetry has no point
If there was no more poetry in the world
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