They call it romantic to the ears.
A pleasant way to express oneself, when speaking is hard to do, I donâ€™t see it.
Never had, never will!
Nor understand of how it has been known as classic statement of life.
Thatâ€™s a joke!
A horror joke, which makes one or maybe all fall into this plot of it, that again itâ€™s wonderful speech of life!
I will never fall for it.
Learn its steps never to be.
If I want express myself,
Iâ€™ll use words, from my lips; compose of full lines and paragraphs, for I am not lazy!
If I someone who is lovely, Iâ€™ll say it, not waste words on nonsense to explain why, is a pathetic way.
When or where itâ€™s brought up, Iâ€™ll walk from it, for itâ€™s a style of life . . . no one needs.
I may come across of despising it.
But really, itâ€™s a fear of it, like a hex is being cast through it.
Not for these ears!
Nor will hands do it or eyes read it.
For itâ€™s a poison!
A vice enchantment of words to spell bind people, I know it is.
Be as me and fear it, before it grips hold of you in its short-live composing form.
Fear of Poetry