Poetry is very bad
I think the people who write it are very sad
They’re so extremely boring
They leave me simply snoring
How can the be so glad?
Standing up there sounding like an old nag
That just makes me so mad
They make me feel so dismal
Thinking ‘Why did I have to come to school?’
They are such a nerd
Still standing up there rhyming about some bird
A sadder sound I’ve never heard
But now it is my turn
And I hope I do not crash and burn
I suppose I will soon learn
What is to become of me?
I am very soon to see
Who am I seen to be?
please note : this poem doesn't reflect my personal view.
it's a story of a chocky over confident student paying out other students poetry.
its meant to represent society's critical view because of personal insecurity.
