Poetry is *******, its stupid, whats the deal
Its all about your feelings
Not about whats really real.
Why do ******* do it
Read it, write that *****
It makes no difference to my life
Its ******* wrong, it isn't right.
What good does poetry do
It doesn't help you think
It doesn't help you sort your ****
Your crap, your life, your fink.
I had a teacher back in time
Who read  me Shakespeare
***** that rhymed
It never made much sense to me
Although I thought in reality
At least the rhythm kept the beat
And made the sound
That tapped my feet.