"I'm tired of reading ****** poetry".
I say as I read back and forth,
"Poems aren't what they used to be",
They used to spark an emotion as powerful as a tempestous sea.
"They just don't make them like they used to before",
Not the type that made you cry or fall in love, not anymore.
Poems are not diaries, at least,
Not in my beliefs.
Then again, what can I call this?
Where's Whitman? or Hemingway?
Or Bukowski? where's Neruda?
Where are they when we mostly need them?
And who to replace them?
I just, for once, want something worth reading.
"I'm tired of reading ****** poetry".
I tell myself as I read this one.