I HATE POETRY

It’s true that I hate poetry.
From the very beginning, to me it seems
Contrived
To try to express oneself through such
Arbitrary means, playing with meter, and rhyme
All for what point, really?
Can’t you just say what it is that you mean?
All this agonizing over meaning and symbol
All this subterfuge, suggesting there’s more to your thought
Than just simple image and it’s expression
Sad, really, the attempt to make eloquent and profound
Things which are eloquent and profound
In simple relation.