Spare the poets

                                          

Don't kill the poets, not tonight

Waste the novelists,

But please, please spare the poets

Spare the poets

With their pretentious verse

With their sad lives

And their worthless expectation

Spare the poems smothered

In deep fried desperation

 

Isn't their despair

A great art?

Their suicidal tones

A sweet, sweet symphony?

Spare the poets

For the poets will die by the hand

Of their own poems,

Unwanted angry embryos

They will jump from their ivory towers

Victims of depression,

Never reaching for the New Deal

And their blood will fill their streets

Their death will be glorious

So you see

You can waste the novelists

But Mister President,

You gotta spare the poets!

Reviews

[Master K-tops]

Wow! This is very funny and captivating. Nothing other than brilliance is what you've shown.

[Sky]

I enjoy this very much. It's mildly humorous but rich with commentary.

[Jay]

oh no! I didn't realize all poets were so,.. pathetic.

Thanks so much for raising the awareness. Fantastic!

[Dr. Wood ?]

yes...I cannot agree more...Mind you I DO call myself a poet but I spout humour...I suppose the President might laugh before he locks me away...I loved this

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A splendid read and write...Thank you for posting...:)

[Ted]

Thank you too, friend! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)