Fuck Sad Poets

Fuck sad poets, you said,

Their whining asses

Always comparing teardrops to rain,

Forcing similes into clichés.

Fuck their dead old sorrow,

Their hollow-hearted love.

Suck it up, bitch,

Make things work

Don't get fucked and cry after

Or worse, write sappy poetry

Inviting some more fellow fuckups

To celebrate melancholy

With words and wine.

Fuck sad poets, you said,

The world doesn't need their gloom.

But darling

Why do I see you

Hiding sheets of paper,

Verses scribbled on them?

She broke your heart, didn't she?

I can see the forlorn look in your eyes

Typical of the poets you despised.

Poets never created misery, my love,

The world was already full of it.

All they ever wanted

Was to

Set themselves free.