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(1 ...In Defense of Poets <br /><br /> User Rating:<br /> <br />1.0 /10<br />(1 votes) <br /> <br /><br /> - vote - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> Print friendly version <br /> <br /> E-mail this poem to e friend <br /> <br /> Send this poem as eCard <br /> <br /> Add this poem to MyPoemList <br /><br />Niels Hav:<br />In Defense of Poets <br /> <br />What are we to do about the poets? <br />Life's rough on them<br />they look so pitiful dressed in black<br />their skin blue from internal blizzards<br /><br />Poetry is a horrible disease, <br />the infected walk about complaining<br />their screams pollute the atmosphere like leaks<br />from atomic power stations of the mind. It's so psychotic<br />Poetry is a tyrant<br />it keeps people awake at night and destroys marriages <br />it draws people out to desolate cottages in mid-winter<br />where they sit in pain wearing earmuffs and thick scarves.<br />Imagine the torture.<br /><br />Poetry is a pest<br />worse than gonorrhea, a terrible abomination.<br />But consider poets it's hard for them<br />bear with them! <br />They are hysterical as if they are expecting twins<br />they gnash their teeth while sleeping, they eat dirt <br />and grass. They stay out in the howling wind for hours<br />tormented by astounding metaphors.<br />Every day is a holy day for them.<br /><br />Oh please, take pity on the poets<br />they are deaf and blind<br />help them through traffic where they stagger about<br />with their invisible handicap<br />remembering all sorts of stuff. Now and then one of them stops<br />to listen for a distant siren.<br />Show consideration for them.<br /><br />Poets are like insane children<br />who've been chased from their homes by the entire family.<br />Pray for them<br />they are born unhappy<br />their mothers have cried for them<br />sought the assistance of doctors and lawyers, until they had to give up<br />for fear of loosing their own minds.<br />Oh, cry for the poets! <br /><br />Nothing can save them.<br />Infested with poetry like secret lepers<br />they are incarcerated in their own fantasy world<br />a gruesome ghetto filled with demons<br />and vindictive ghosts.<br /><br />When on a clear summer's day the sun shining brightly<br />you see a poor poet<br />come wobbling out of the apartment block, looking pale<br />like a cadaver and disfigured by speculations<br />then walk up and help him.<br />Tie his shoelaces, lead him to the park <br />and help him sit down on the bench<br />in the sun. Sing to him a little<br />buy him an ice cream and tell him a story<br />because he's so sad.<br />He's completely ruined by poetry.<br /><br />Translated by P.K. Brask & Patrick Friesen<br />Niels HavAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com