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