can i get some feed back? i accept positive and negative so don't worry about hurting my feelings... i have very little to hurt. so here it is:
FED UP
Poets should be allowed to express
Whatever it is they feel
But when you come at me with s**t like this
I find it difficult to deal
With all the teenagers and their angstful woes
And the wannabe Byrons and the wish-they-were-Poes
And all of the empty ranting prose
With the run-on sentences and misspelled words
Where is the dictionary?
Nobody knows
Besides all the sheep and their ever-growing herds
The wannabe goths with their ravens and blood
And the relentless punks about the government
All of the hippies who are covered in mud
And the mass conversion they all underwent
Along with life's trials and its many toils
You think you've finally might have made it
Because you've got your own page on a poetry site
To write about all of love's sour spoils
And you expect me to read it and rate it?
If you can't even double back
And double check your spelling
What makes you think I'm gonna read that crap
And buy all the s**t that you're selling?
Put in some time and some tears and some meaning
If you write without feeling
You're not a poet - you're dreaming
Write what you feel
Not what you expect
Others to say on your commenting page
Write what you know and the desired effect
Will make itself known through time and through age
And you'll garner other poets' wordy respect
And you will gather the wisdom of the inspired sage
***PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT ABOUT ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE ITS ABOUT SOMETHING COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY DIFFERENT. SO IF ANYONE TAKES OFFENSE TO THIS - THERE IS NO REASON FOR IT***
FED UP
Poets should be allowed to express
Whatever it is they feel
But when you come at me with s**t like this
I find it difficult to deal
With all the teenagers and their angstful woes
And the wannabe Byrons and the wish-they-were-Poes
And all of the empty ranting prose
With the run-on sentences and misspelled words
Where is the dictionary?
Nobody knows
Besides all the sheep and their ever-growing herds
The wannabe goths with their ravens and blood
And the relentless punks about the government
All of the hippies who are covered in mud
And the mass conversion they all underwent
Along with life's trials and its many toils
You think you've finally might have made it
Because you've got your own page on a poetry site
To write about all of love's sour spoils
And you expect me to read it and rate it?
If you can't even double back
And double check your spelling
What makes you think I'm gonna read that crap
And buy all the s**t that you're selling?
Put in some time and some tears and some meaning
If you write without feeling
You're not a poet - you're dreaming
Write what you feel
Not what you expect
Others to say on your commenting page
Write what you know and the desired effect
Will make itself known through time and through age
And you'll garner other poets' wordy respect
And you will gather the wisdom of the inspired sage
***PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT ABOUT ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE ITS ABOUT SOMETHING COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY DIFFERENT. SO IF ANYONE TAKES OFFENSE TO THIS - THERE IS NO REASON FOR IT***
