Poetry Is Crap

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And now for something a little different before we resume our regularly scheduled program.

 

Poetry is crap.
It’s a process, it’s processed
It’s crap.

It clogs the mind
Stops up the speech
It limits and rivets and shortens its reach.
Jazzin’ and jivin’
“Look at this piece I’m drivin’!”

Poetry is crap.

Snap snap, “Yeah yeah yeah, baby I’m so deep
My monotone drone could put you —
to think!

Ha, that’s right, man.
Wet dreams of falling asleep in the river!
OH my words paint a thousand pictures!
My heart dies — ” blah blah blugh
Oh my nerve
What crap.

It’s the pick up line
The woo and the ooo
It’s that hunter that knows for certain
While saying, “Pay no attention to that penis behind the curtain.”
It’s crap.

It’s the frantic vagina!
VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA!!
Relax! It’s cool
No need to go old skool…
We’re walkin’, we’re talking
We’re coming clean

Mean what you say.
Say what you mean.
Poetry is crap.

What is 1000 pictures
Paint just one
And be done.
Why read between the lines if there are none?
It’s crap.

Say what you mean.
Mean what you say.
It’s going to come out and bite you, anyway!

It’s crap.

Let’s have some truth…yeah?
Let’s have some succulent, juicy, bloody truth.
The one, ugly, beautiful truth
The sickening, saddening, painful, glorifying, horrifying truth
Look into my eyes
If you’ve got the guts…

Trapped Screaming Face
Say what you mean.
Mean what you say.
And say it like there’s no other way —
Not this crap!

NOT this crap.

Whisper, scream, soft, violent
Say it with words
It’s death to be silent
It’s crap — this is crap
Just say it, say it, Say It — JUST SAY IT!

But, oh…oh you can’t?
You won’t?
Aw…you too scared?
Oh.

Then excuse me while I lift up this lid
Pull down my pants and push
…and push

and squeeeeze

oooouuut

thiiiiiiisssss

poem.

– T. Ray Verteramo
2014

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About T. Ray

Writer, visual artist, musician, divinationist, playwright, and "armchair nutritionist." She currently resides in Vegas with her jenday conure, is a member of the Society of Professional Journalists and is pursuing her Master's in Journalism/Media Studies. All things come down to food and Star Wars. Contact: contact@theblacksiren.com
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7 Responses to Poetry Is Crap

  1. There aren’t enough words to tell you how much I love this. Brilliant! ❤

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  2. Rory says:

    Enjoyed that very much. Good to see you still have that sharp pen.

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  3. krazred says:

    I love this. It is perfect and perfectly you!

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  4. Heather says:

    Yes! I love this poem.

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