It must be easy to write poetry if Jack can do here goes….
I bleeping hate poetry
By artisan charlatans
Like Jack the crack and her pointless ephemera
That’s just a sack of capybara
tit
And her boring old belaboured
Words tapered
Into painstakingly
Over-wrought balls
And zero symbolics
She’s no WB Yeats
She just grates
Lifting her non existent weights
Slopping inedible gruel
on her plates
A suitcase in a hall
duck it all
Genuinely though, I despise 95% of poetry.

Unless you’re dropping a banger like old Keatsy and Ode to a Nightingale then I’m not interested.
Bet she’s written a whole anthology whilst TwitterX free.