stonedsour's Diaryland Diary

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A Poet's Sonnet

Poetry has sunk to a lowly state.
I laugh at modern expression of soul.
No rhyme or arrangement is its bleak fate.
In fact, nothing seems to be its new goal.

If I read one more useless line about
Suicide, broken hearts, or tears that flow
I'll cry. But you don't want to hear me pout.
Like I don't always want to read sorrow.

You "poets" don't let structure hold you down.
Why waste your talent attempting to rhyme?
You just throw words onto an ugly mound
And then divide into more than one line

Enough formless thoughts of despondencies.
Learn to write poems you stupid fat sissies.

10:03 a.m. - 2005-10-14

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