False words and false imagery,
Acting as if you know emotions more initmately than others.
Then you go on to describe the struggle,
Life, money, your horrible childhood,
As if you're as special as a wheat penny.
I have five.
Or, consider slam poetry.
Angry people yelling into a microphone,
Young adults in black snapping their agreement.
You sound like ***** (click, click, click).
Poets are like the people who use herbal deoderant.
They stink and nobody likes them.
I'll tell you something,
You have no more meaning or depth,
Than the glue stick I stuck to the underside of a lab table in 8th grade.
It's not my intention to offend people, but we all know somebody, or the people like this, and if you don't, you're the person.