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 🙂