I Do Not Like Poetry I do not like poetry In fact, I fear it My ears go ringing Whenever I hear it My heart goes a flutter I become filled with dread My dear, my dear, I wish I was dead I cannot bear to see, to see and behold The beauty of language And stories as told For I am not good In fact I am bad But words are precious, and therefor are sad Lovely sentences ring untrue False letters are blinding, And turn ones face blue Suffocation within, The walls of the script Soon to placed within a dank crypt Inside stories I cannot hide! My faults , they are not to be pushed aside Some masters of this art Can paint themselves a new heart But mine is far too black And I am lacking, Lacking tact. But alas, It is finished. I have completed this task! My first #poem is done, With few sips from my flask. The headache is gone, But I am still weary, So sleep I will long, And less I'll be dreary I do not like poetry But no longer do I fear it My ears still ring Whenever I hear it I shiver, and quiver, but there is no dread I have conquered my phobia, The terror is dead