Quick! Call the word police - there is someone writing poetry
Now! Arrest this voice that speaks direct to you but not to me
Without use of approved tools such foolishness should not be
They are raining down emotions - without embellished decorosity
Stop them! Sharing these thoughts. It’s too straightforward and easy
To fix such frigid magnetry and fit it in with greeting card mentality
This uncultured wordplay must cease! A chair without studied carpentry
A hunk of brutish wood that was once a useless, untamed tree
You must! You must! Ignore this common prose - for I, will not be moved.

Note: This poem features the self reflecting use of irony. No actual poets were harmed (or are addressed) in the making of this piece.

This entry was posted on Monday, July 19th, 2004 at 11:52 am and is filed under Words.