Rebel Poem
I am a rebel against poems
I wonder if they will ever die
I hear the paper crackling in the fire
I see the mushy words on the burnt paper
I want poems to vanish
I am a rebel against poems
I pretend that I rule the world
I feel the heat of the flames that burn the poems to dust
I touch the clouds of dead poems
I wonder if they will come to life an hurt me
I cry tears of joy for my victory
I am a rebel against poems
I understand that some people like them
I say, " TO HECK WITH THIS MADNESS!"
I dream of a day with no poems
I hope this doesn't count as a poem...
I am a rebel against poems
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