Language yourself away
Accept the fact of fuel injection
Stop yelling at me
You know I’m right
Break away from grail
Come to the less dark side
Your aren’t blind
This is called poetry
Thank you for your senseless
Comas, periods, random breaks
In lines, stop with the stanza breaks
Enjambment better
Make it smooth
No, no, that’s cliché
Erase that there
Oh, that there too
Your might as well
Burn this
Make a name for your
Headstone
Large and big, noticeable
Because we sure aren’t going
To put your poem on it
We want people crying
Troy Clark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/language-yourself-away/
