Poets try to give belief,
in every sorrowful word that you read.
Open up wholly,
spit out their words.
So you share their pain,
they've got to be heard.
Silly in sentence,
devilish tricks.
I cant stand their sights,
they just make me sick.
Climb up a tree,
hang myself with a belt.
How dare them,
tell me how I felt.
I wish they'd all just go away,
as if the sun could melt.
No more poets,
no more I say.
Is it so hard for you to see.
just how much I cant stand me.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-poets/
