Comment on Modern Poetry

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Let's forget rhyme and reason,
and rhythm,
And talk about men with top hats
and child chimney sweeps,
Oil money and drug lords,
Abundant dollars and scant cents,
For Modern Poetry doesn't make any, but
Detests the smell of the forest and
Your fowl observation of foul nature in
The shape of a swan, off with swan's head!
for no beauty, unless it be beastly, or
iron.
no morals, unless they be murals,
though there is morality in that,
like a Jesus pancake, and, Zounds!
Here's a talk on inter-racial sex,
With East seperated from West,
and refernces to Wu-Tang Clan,
Down they run and all
In the shape of a Grecian stand,
With nothing on top, unbalanced or sliced,
To embrace the absence, like hugging the sky, oh
Modern Poetry, you aspire to the blank page, reminding
one of a giant Pencil in the art museum,
no one is really sure how they got there,
but you can be damned sure it belongs there,
and, at least, you're not going to question it.
You, yourself, your Self, or your self (small font),
might be erased