Poets

Let’s drown ourselves in phony sorrows
Pick up the pieces of whole tomorrows

Poke at dying things on the shore
Be terrified when they’re there no more

Let’s play with words and skew their meanings
Mastermind the pitiful seemings

Rule the world from a gilded chair
(No one knows it’s over there)

Pretend to master destiny and fate
Then turn in homework three days late

We’re poets see, a different breed
Living by our own creed

Poets, see, a different type
Far above mediocre hype

We’re not to care what others say
Pick up tomorrow’s pieces today

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Author's Note: Welcome to the world of poets. This is mostly directed at 'emo/gothic/angsty' faux poets. They annoy me. I'll admit I've joined their number more than once, but at least I had something to say that was worth saying. Okay, now go ahead and be critical.