Not all poems are cleverly written
Even the ones we enjoy
Very often we deplore the intellectual
Even though they implore our employ.
Reasons behind our mundane ways
Go back older than time
Over the centuries, we’ve evolved
Negating complex rhyme.
No soul today knows the sway
And no soul today truly writes
Great minds today repeat the before
In closed doors on haze-filled nights.
Versatile and volatile poets now
Even the controversial too
Yak and yak about nothing but nonsense
Only nonsense and nothing they spew.
Under the past and the rhymes and the riddles
Under the hidden message we find
Poetry about dear Rick Astley, who got you this time
This was a comedic poem written for the same writing group. I am extremely proud it let. Let me know when you understand its message 🙂