All I Need is a Good Word
Romance is dead, and poetry buried beside it
Lovers no longer are roses by many names, but the vixen of a song
Classics are branded a bore, the modern is too formulaic
Free form is "sloppy"
The iambic is "predictable"
Poetry is dead, killed by modern expectations
Literature is in decline
"How-to's" and Sparknotes taking place of adventure and experience
Prose for pros
Publication for award rather than enjoyment
Combatting each other blow for blow
Books by brutes
Unamused as I may be, I cannot live without it
The same story I read, though different names suffer the plight
The same verse I hear, though they are similar in recite
I live on the power of words, publication, and message
I live for it
I cannot live without it
Poetry is dead, and by it I lay