Beat up a poet today
Butterflies embrace the sky
a God given sunny spring day and the soul flies high
if this grade five rhyme is poetry then certainly something has gone awry
liquidate this trivial optimism
viewed through a socially irrelevant prism
quash this verse
place it on the next outgoing hearse
forget the grandmothers who sigh at the mention of shit and sewer
bombast the demeaning jingoism of the brewer
you complain that poetry is above the masses
you are wrong
it is meaningless and beneath them
the lies of a rosy hue
why is there no discussion of sniffing glue?
and the paying of class dues
beat up
and trash the poets of the ivory tower
it is time they awoke with a cold shower
with the millions who suffer waiting to see the way
while the poets ignore the every day
then let us level them to the floors
these upper class vocabularian whores
Robert K. Stephen
