An entire generation of poets
has been convinced
that Instagram shitposting
is poetry.
An entire generation of poets
has tried erasing the roots of poetry —
as if they were pencilled into
a neoliberal whiteboard.
An entire generation of poets
has been reciting heartbreak like prophecy,
as if a missing hip-girdle
wasn’t foretelling enough.
An entire generation of poets
has been bullshitting on page and in safe spaces —
as if selling cow dung
was fashionable for both
left-leaning saviours
and right-wrecking dimwits.
An entire generation of poets
has buried poetry six feet under
in the name of relatability —
as if blood
hasn’t tasted betrayal
enough.
I stand alongside a handful few —
pens for scalpels and papers for autopsies
bleeding these literary leeches dry
it's time poetry got its poetic justice.
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