Hatred: A Poem

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My attempt at blank-verse poetry.

Poetry is in now way my forte.
Stumbling, stuttering over the words.
But at least this has given me a break.
No rhyming, no problems, nothing to solve,
Just letting everyone know my loathing
For this "art" that I'm being forced to write.
My eyes are bulging, my head is balding,
I've reserved my spot in the asylum
Will anyone please keep me company?
Surely I'm not alone in my hatred.

For hating poetry, I'm pretty pleased with this. :)


Your passion helped you write! This exercise
Is helping you express your hate in verse.
The effort poets spend on getting lines just so
Is something readers have to DO to know.

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