You poor fools!
Pity be upon you!
You are practicing
A dying art form!
Do you not realize,
That poetry is biased
Towards the literate?
There once was a time
When the scribes were
Revered as gods, but
Regrettably, that time
Has long since passed.
Now, we live in an age of
Constant, electronic stimulation,
Mediated by a steady flux of
Ready made imagery, where
Flashing lights and bright colors
Whittle away at the attention span, and
Destroy the capacity of the mind
To imagine for itself, so
Keep your word count low, and
Your syllable count lower, or
You just may lose your audience.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
You poor fools!
Pity be upon you!
You are practicing
A dying art form!
Do you not realize,
That poetry is biased
Towards the literate?
There once was a time
When the scribes were
Revered as gods, but
Regrettably, that time
Has long since passed.
Now, we live in an age of
Constant, electronic stimulation,
Mediated by a steady flux of
Ready made imagery, where
Flashing lights and bright colors
Whittle away at the attention span, and
Destroy the capacity of the mind
To imagine for itself, so
Keep your word count low, and
Your syllable count lower, or
You just may lose your audience.
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