If you can understand a word of this I failed.
I am a poet not yet jailed.
Is modern poetry mad or sad or bad?
If you don’t read it, be glad.
There is a lot of rubbish here on Earth.
For what its worth.
Taking it seriously is a mortal sin.
When will sanity begin?
Strange words, meaning nothing, absolute rubbish, obfuscation.
Truth needs no clarification.
Are politicians poets too?
More sense is spoken in a zoo.
A fog of words meant to impress and confuse.
That’s not poetry, you give me a headache, don’t abuse.
Words are sacred, so is meaning.
Be it, say it, do it, stop your preening.
31st October, 2016