Ingenuity is forgotten
Wordsmiths were hushed in the 30’s
Kicked in the 40’s
Hidden in the 50’s
(in the sixties they were around but too stoned for anyone to take notice of them unless you happened to be trapped in a coffee shop with beret wearing finger popping communist anarchist who really just wanted to nail some hippie chick so they wouldn’t have to pay for the cow.. Cause milk is bad for you )
Arrested in the 70’s
Bought out in the 80’s
Overlooked in the 90’s
Then the new millenium smacked us
Blogging became the rave
Everyone wrote words for everyone to read
The internet was crammed with posing and posturing
16 year old’s in black clothes with greasy hair over their eyes bonded over writing about walking alone in the rain
( and they did this in groups numbering as high as 29 each one completely misunderstood and alone as no one was understanding the others pain ( which was pretty much based in not being understood or consequently not being able to nail some goth chicks so they wouldn’t break out so much.. …pimples are not tragic)
Words came back .. But like food they became franchised
Poetry became as interesting as the hotdog.
Even here on this page stolen themes and idea’s
Let me say this
It’s easier to steal , instead of create…
On stage I read poetry cause I can’t masturbate.
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