Waste Managment: A War on Poetry Part II

POETRY, how cliché 

when all of the writers have said the same thing 

About: life, death, love, and breath. Wasted words on storied stresses. 

Whining and pining; on darkness and light, 

documenting illness penning dreams and their vices. 

So how about another topic? 

Fuck it! Just throw in some nature and get 'em to look 

a picture here, an image there, him, her, they, we, I don't care – what the fuck you write about. 

(That's usually the general Consensus.) 

Insert some drugs and some topics on sex, 

speak of travel and space and some far-off lands,

or maybe touch more on politics since you actively rise up the masses from a chair 

O' Keyboard Warriors! 

Authors can use anecdotes and conjecture, analogies and smilies,

 Then describe to us foods and how things make them feel, 

where's the real talent? Not a diary spilled. 

Like describe with your all as you paint with your memories 

a tragic mouth flow of the trauma you think, you have. 

Read between the lines motherfucker.

Rhyme, verse, stanza, prose: it's all bullshit if you follow the rules... 

So let's talk about music... 

True psychos write garbage, thinking people will interpret, 

we don't have enough time to break down all of their bullshit. 

We're not getting paid by the hour. 

Speak plainly or shut the fuck up! 

People have jobs, a pen's not a crutch. 

Did that strike a chord? 

No one cares about your message, your morals, or your emotions, 

because we've all been through them, there are no new doors open. 

Fuck these Writers! 

They could write about more or write about less 

on the chances they've missed, their failure/success. 

Hidden on websites, lost to the trends, 

so let's kill some time, grab a pen. 

Black ink, blue ink, or pick fucking red.

You have type-font and printing, we'll still scroll past your shit.

Because your insecurities are a weakness, and there's no time for it. 

Yes, being alone can be crushing. 

But together with someone: oh, you would destroy it! 

With the weight of a pen, they give us their work 

my trash bin took it, recycle these words:

This is straight garbage.