Because I'm tired of 10-year-old bards who think their writing is all that.
Does it hurt to know your depressing lyrics are cliché?
That after writing the melodious stanzas of poetry tenfold
Only then do you realize your unoriginality
Dropped down from the sky
Like a linen wrapped gift from a stork
And you shake your fist at God
Howling in chantepleure
Because your romance novel sounds just the same as every other book
Because your young antagonist is identical to every other crook
And because you were sure you were creative
Only to be shot in the face by a gunman
You call yourself artistic
But your poem might as well be prose
You call yourself original
But let's be honest
The hobo on the corner
Writes the same things as you
Thinks the same ingenious thoughts as you do
Does it hurt to know your freestyle poetry
Is outdated? Boring? Stale?
Does it hurt to be one of the thousands
That crawl their way through knee deep denigration
In order to stand on everyone else's head
To boast their creation?
Does it hurt to be like me?
Because I feel it too.
And it feels like axes and machetes
To my aspiring heart
My calloused knees
So quit your crying
You're not alone
Stop thinking in clichés
This poem has no happy ending
And no one's throwing you a godamn bone