Roses are red, you suck at this...
Dear fellow blogger,
You're not a poet. Stop. For the sake of us all, please stop. If I have to read one more blog where some "sensitive soul" is whining on about a cat or a tree or their gall bladder operation I'm gonna stab myself in the eye with a salad fork. The worst part of all this bad poetry is that it frequently doesn't rhyme. It's not poetry if it doesn't rhyme! Just because you split up the sentences and don't use punctuation you think you're friggin (insert name of famous poet here because I don't know any)! You're not! Anybody can right poetry that doesn't rhyme!
You're not a poet. Stop. For the sake of us all, please stop. If I have to read one more blog where some "sensitive soul" is whining on about a cat or a tree or their gall bladder operation I'm gonna stab myself in the eye with a salad fork. The worst part of all this bad poetry is that it frequently doesn't rhyme. It's not poetry if it doesn't rhyme! Just because you split up the sentences and don't use punctuation you think you're friggin (insert name of famous poet here because I don't know any)! You're not! Anybody can right poetry that doesn't rhyme!
steve
austin
a man barely
alive
we can
rebuild him
we can
make him
better
than he was
stronger
faster
austin
a man barely
alive
we can
rebuild him
we can
make him
better
than he was
stronger
faster
.
Where's my Pulitzer?

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