Though poetry does not know me
It's fair to say I know poetry.
The kind that poets used to write
With simile and metaphor,
Onomatopoeia, and much more.

When every stanza had a rhyme,
And poets always took the time
To smell the roses on the vine,
To know the rules
And toe the line.

But now I fear it's not that way,
There are no rules to know today.
Poets now write lit'rature,
The kind that's really so obscure
The reader's left with thoughts impure and meter doesn't count for much of anything at all.

The business of business
is business.
Nothing personal,
it's just business,
the hitman said to his mark.

No one's a person,
no one at all,
Millenial, Gen X or Boomer,
only a demographic
waiting to be sold.

Nothing personal,
it's just business.
Hi Carole, I'm Bob.
I feel like I know you,
Although we've never met.

I've got a great idea for you,
just click on the link
at the end.
I'll pop up
and see you often

On your PC, Smart phone or tablet.
There're so many ways to hang out,
so many ways to be friends!
I know you'll make me
a habit.

Though it's nothing personal,
It's just business.

Alas & Alack, When Will Poetry Be Back?



Though poetry does not know me,
It's fair to say I know poetry.
The kind that poets used to write,
With simile and metaphor,
Onomatopoeia, and much more.

When every stanza had a rhyme,
And poets always took the time
To smell the roses on the vine.
To know the rules
And toe the line.

Now I fear it's not that way
There are no rules to know today
Poets now write lit'rature
The kind that's really so obscure
The reader's left with thoughts impure and meter doesn't count for much of anything at all.