SupremeDreamer5 Jul 2011

Let me whisper to you the fine points of poetic law
cause breaking it can result in a broken jaw.

Uninspired rhyming causes me to smile.
My heart leaps at the chance to be vile.

Cliche prattle which mentions your soul
quickens my need for a needle in the hole.

Your drivel shines like meth so glittery white,
causing me to twitch in revulsion at night.

Your poem is a cascade of uninspired crap brimming
with the detritus of youth-- pubescent emotions blooming,
filling the air with the sound of frustrated screaming.

Woe to you, gripped in this particular sad stage of life--
you who hasn't yet come to understand the pains of real strife.

I wish that you'd reconsider sharing such poetry
because such lousy writing is far from lovely;
it causes my critique to be insultingly rude & lively.