This is the parody of a sad poem

trying itself not to be a bad poem

it tries to poke fun on creative licensed types

their real and imaginary melancholy vibes

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Though it begs to differ and be different

this poem is by no means indifferent

to poetic unjustice suffered and imposed

which numerous pages in hard cover enclosed

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it is neither too classical nor a bit modernistic

the incumbent poet prefers not to be called artistic

having outgrown his own drunk depressive ways

it tries to clear a path through the poetic haze

why poetry lost ground sucessively

to the short story and detective novel progressively

and now it’s gotten much worse

people twitter about and claim it as verse.

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who cares if you missed your daily Prozac

as long as you stay poetically on track

neither bore the reader nor fool yourself

keep the poem simple , without a whistle  or a bell

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and nature is not meant to be invoked

in stand alone poems and then revoked

poisoning the air with many  stale cigars

many mediocre authors take to poetic farce

again this is a parody

of poems and not of any contemprary authors

they write worse and sell more

this is not what really bothers

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but the farce they inflect

can sometimes rebound and infect

an unsuspecting reader or two

having started reading needless feels blue

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so I say to you unknown reader

this pledge you should take

the next sad poem you see

dismiss that as a fake