A poem about poems about poems about poems

by whitehorse

stop talking like a christmas card
if i wanted to be drowned with fake sentiment
i would go to the hallmark store
where the bears kiss.

and you can get barbie plates.
if you spend enough.

if i were you i would donate my eyes
to the blind. because they could probably
see the world more clearly
or at least interpret it, with class
and tone
and style
and grace
and soul...

words need hearts,
the same as anything else.

except of course for plants

but plants grow.
you of course
do not.