My Angry Poetry

 

 

My Angry Poetry

 

Pardon me if I reject a poetic norm

Appear didactic, not too warm

My interest is my brainy storm

Not a sweet aesthetic form

 

Oh I’ll give you meters rhymed

But my quatrains are assigned

To espouse ideas divined

To this purpose I’m consigned

 

An exposition rather rude

Follow the root; look at the nude

Over the beastly I will brood

Do you have the fortitude

 

Or will you simply turn away

Pretend you’re on some holiday

Subsist on art that will not bray

As meek as children’s harmless play

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 2000

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