WHILE they look up, <br />we poets look around, <br />theres a story here, a <br />broken song, a picture <br />with just fake smiles, <br />a shape with out details, <br />and a comb with out hair, <br />and a jumping into what? , <br />they soak us with their <br />war, include us in their hate, <br />and dazzle us with their <br />mighty shit, then point at <br />you, us, and we, then say, <br />do you agree. <br />NO, , the poet screams, , , no.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-the-poet-screams/
