I'm ending at four. so that means that this one is supposed to be the most important. the kicker is it's not. I've got a few thoughts I could string together and make a sensible piece of literature that may or may not receive 3's across the board for literary critiques, so called experts at judging how good people are conveying their thoughts on to paper. because thoughts can be wrong, emotions can be incorrect. if you do something that's not in line with the norm, it's not what they expect. you're shunned and you're hated and you're told to practice your skill, keep your day job and maybe consider the fact that you're mentally ill.
that's great advice man. thank you for the recommendations. maybe when I've got my head on right i may, i might, be able to appeal to the panel of judges and show them a beautifully crafted abab or abbc or aaabb with a sh*t eating grin on my face to show them I'm not only capable of fitting the form but I've been doing it in other aspects of my life since the day I was born- I'll take a shot just for those critics, like a fine sauce I'll keep up high and reduce and reduce and reduce until there's nothing left in terms of impurities of what will be the sweetest juice to ever enter their lips, or rather their ears- instead of writing filled with all my fears that they possibly share but don't want to admit because it makes them uncomfortable to know that emotions can be evoked simply by reading the sh*t that others have to say -
but what they hay- here i go: this is for you, Mr poetic professional police with your bachelors degree in whatever the f**ck you might need to tell me how to write right and that whatever I'm writing is wrong, and that poetry is best described as a stupidly written ghost-written pop song:
you're not a damn authority
i don't know why that's hard to see
you belittle people who speak the truth
you're a sociopath, you do it with glee
you crush the hearts of inspiring artists
or just people who want to vent
you tell them their writing is the farthest
from something showcased in invents
so Mr, poetic police officer
what exactly do you get from this?
pride, joy, a couple of dollars?
you're not an anybody- not more than I
I'm breaking form now, please don't cry
this stanzas extended and pattern, it's changed
humans adapt, your rules stay the same
this is unheard of!!! i should get off the stage at once
I'm not leaving yet - not until I'm done
it's time to change the rules, time to change the "game"
you limit creativity, you punish those with active brains
you don't study poetry, you just like poems that look nice
over simplified Dr Seuss rhymes for kids to read on a rainy day
when the cat in the hat comes over and asks them to play
but there's a lesson to be learned from even that too,
you can't control people, just ask thing 1 and thing 2.
