Poetry

Silly little desks

at school,

lecture halls,

stuffed

with stuffy, boring people,

boasting erroneous

cleverness,

for finding

a hidden meaning,

when there was none.

Teachers preaching

about onomatopoeia,

sibilant sounds

and atmosphere,

syllables

carefully counted

and recounted

in raps, rants and raves.

Eminem, secretly

wanted on the syllabus,

so those sat at

the silly little desks –

at school,

might find poetry ‘cool’,

and the stuffy

boring people

will begin to appreciate

‘stuff’,

discover

they will understand

the poet better,

if they cease dissecting

the poems

and enjoy them

for what they are:

Poetry.