Rythym and ryhme are no friends of mine,
And lyrical prose gets right up my nose.
‘Oh rose thou art sick’ they say and sigh,
slime on my prick, fuck off and die…
‘Dulce et decorum’ has no place in this forum,
And querulous whine to me is a crime.
Couplets that twist, emote, make you cry,
Cut off your nose and shove a shiv in your eye…
Lies all lies, confound and complex,
trains of thought all turned to wrecks,
keep your poems, your whimsical words,
Spew somewhere else you miserable turds.
I can’t help feeling this relates directly to my poetry…Still this was nice in a simple straight forward kind of way…I have read many like it…the ATTACK of free verse over formal poetry…
Personally, I read both forms, but prefer to write free-prose…or, quite simply, words.
Oh stop seeing malice where none exists you great wuss. I just hate poetry in general. I blame my education, there’s only so many times you can analyze Siegfreid Sassoon without wishing the mustard gas had got the miserable git a few years earlier.
Great wuss? C’mon, you couldn’t carry my balls in a haversack!
OK, perhaps, I did ‘read myself’ into your poem…egocentric boy that I am…I try and cut back my sensitive self-absored disposition…i liked it though…some of the lines were solid, crude, and poetically immature:
