Poetry
Poetry
No thanks it's not for me
It's a load of wank
Anout birds and bees
It's about country estates
And observing flowers
I've got TV box sets and fake news
To wile away the hours
I gave up on Shakespeare
When forced to learn about him in school
When Miss Whatsherface
Had me get up and read him in the classroom
I'm not one for sonnets
They just don't relate
They can't connect
To my confounded state
I can't stand poetry
Especially if it doesn't rhyme
Dr. Seuss would turn in his grave
If he knew I took the time
To listen to some hippy dropout
Or tightly wound bint
Rave on about veganism
Or the fact they are skint
Poetry
Nah it's a load of shit
Written by those afraid of life
As they moan on about
Oberfed house cats or their husbands or wives
Poetry it's supposedly in motion
But I can never tell
Cos I'm always on me arse
Wondering what's for sale
The formation of words
Into a cohesive structure
Is for mindless academics
Wowed by some tedious lecture
Your highbrow wordplay
Doesn't wash with me
I was never one for bedtime stories
So why should I be interested in poetry?