Beat up a poet today
Butterflies embrace the sky
A God given sunny day and the soul flies high
If this grade 5 rhyme is poetry then certainly something has gone awry
Liquidate this trivial optimism
Viewed through a socially irrelevant mindless prism
Quash this verse
Place it in the next outgoing hearse
Revel in the grandmothers who sigh at the mention of shit and sewer
No reason to put the poet on a skewer
Instead, bombast the demeaning jingoism of the brewer
You complain that poetry is over the head of the masses
You are wrong it is meaningless and beneath them when always enveloped in a rosy hue
Why is there no discussion of sniffing glue or the paying of class dues
Beat up
And thrash the poets of the ivory tower
It’s time they awoke with a cold shower
With the millions that suffer waiting to see the way
While poets ignore the every day
Then let us level them to the floors
These vocabularian whores
Robert K. Stephen
