I Never Really Liked You

Poetry is like a person; a person you have strong feelings and opinions about. When I met you poetry, you were covered in unnecessary piercings. To some it may be attractive but your decorations were far too decorous for me and you adorned yourself far too much, giving people the impression that you were old and worn by the way you were forced under their weight.  Your hair was flamboyantly lit with colors as if straight from a prism in the light, but your hair was far too distracting for me. You looked skinny and frail as if there was to you but you always slimed down to lose weight as if less was more. I felt sorry for your dumb mouth and frozen sole, I wish your mouth would not have been pre-set to always be the same muted tone; never to speak or gain control for communications sake… you always looked like you were ready to say something, but in the end, all you had was just confusing mumbo jumbo tumbling from your dumbed tongue. Your t-shirt sported some strong opinion but I have no idea what, and your jeans were ripped and ragged and I never could figure why? Your face stuck with constipation like you tried so very hard, however I see no results and only feel sorry for you. Why must you have always worn white socks with black pants underneath your closed toe sandals? I never understood you… you were always so very different. I hate to say this… but I never really liked you. 

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