Literary Elitism

Who ever said poetry had to be literary?
Intellectual BS sprayed out on the unwitting masses,
Captured in propaganda drenched subliminal ice cream.

Freezer burn on the fruits of our labors
Judged by the people we love most in the world
Reducing us to mushy peas.

At least the British would still consume us.

Professors sit in the front rows of readings,
Agreeing with the in-between-the-lines hilarity
That only they understand.

Apparently the average person is immune to poetry,
Mushy peas and propagandist ice cream
Mean more to me than the average man.

I’m so full of shit.

Some of the most beautiful poetry I’ve ever heard
Only takes up one line;
The worst: many.

Everyone thinks they need to be sneaky
About making their point,
That dancing around the fire will please the poetry gods.

Why are we so afraid of frank?

You know what I say? (non-poetically?)
I want to affect change in a tangible way in the world.
I want to start a revolution.

I want equal rights for gays.
I want to reduce suffering in the world.
I want gender equality… it doesn’t scare me.

I want to be the spark that sets off the bomb.

But if you say bomb on the phone,
The NSA will crush the revolution;
They’ll extinguish all hope.

And a black man wont be president
And we’ll still have a two party system
And we’ll still find someone to hate.

God Bless America.

Poetry doesn’t have to be
Under the surface,
Worrying about where line breaks should go.

In fact, I dislike studying poetry.
But I love writing it,
And hope, sincerely, someone gets something from it.

Someday.