This Poem
by Tyler
This Poem wants nothing
to do with you
whatsoever.
It won’t even last
half a page in
small print.
Only reason it’s here
is cuz’ it couldn’t
stand me.
Don’t seek any meaning
or hidden truth to
identify with.
This Poem is sick
of the reader and
with itself.
At the end of
this line it will
be gone.
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actually this poem was submitted nearly 4 months ago. it never until made sense until today.
very nice. I wonder if the author was influenced by the previous piece.
Angry little poem didn’t want to be seen, but we seen angry little poem anyhooooos.
could be fogman. couldn’t resist posting two poems titled the same thing back to back.
this must be the post post-modern poem – fed up even with its own existence. if I like it, will it hate me even more?