There
are certain poets
I can't help
but hate,
really, self righteous
indignant
losers.
Yelling as if their anger and
emotional
uprising is more than
just an adult temper tantrum
and somehow means more,
or is
super special in comparison
than anything you've ever been through.
Boasting about
like
they're
all that matters,
and only
ever write about themselves,
their problems
and how they've been mistreated again.
Sure, my
opinion may be unpopular,
and I'd usually stay in silence, always,
so be ready to be offended, because
sometimes it just needs to be said. . .
I get so
sick of hearing
angry
women complain in slam poetry
about
how they're pissed off
because
some loser wasn't man enough
to hold
the door for them,
only to
turn around in the same poem
to say
they don't get treated equally.
Let me
explain something darling,
if you
don't want an open door,
stop
expecting one,
it
sounds to me as if
he's
treating you exactly how you wanted.
