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I hate your poem -
that spittle you call verse
The pustular oozing of emotional soothing
broken, gnarled and terse

I hate your poem -
and it's childish rhyme scheme
Your dutiful pattern so beaten and battered
Like an unspeakable crime scene

I hate your poem -
in all its shallow banality
Faceless and bland, like laughter canned
Lacking sweat, grit, veracity

I hate your poem -
cause I can't find you within
In all the words told, there's no intimate soul
Empty and hollow, a mannequin

I hate your poem -
that you even think it artistic
Your half-thought rhymes thrown into lines
Like trying to feel a statistic

I hate your poem,
but don't you dare cease
Your simple attempts, adolescent and dented
Are the only path to masterpiece

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Notes: Wrote this after discovering how simple and basic many of the poems on Steemit are. Personally, I find they lack depth, nuance, consistent imagery and a general story. Quiet frankly, I find most of them quickly written and amateur. However, as I wrote this poem, I couldn't help but be reminded on how much the poems I hated reminded me of my earliest works from junior high and high school, and then it clicked. People have got to start somewhere and grow. So, the last verse, the one ending on a positive note, was actually a organic catharsis to the poem.

Hope you enjoyed!

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