poetry's dead!

  

Can it be true what I’ve read

That poetry’s now officially dead?

Gens X, Y and zee

Have no time for poetry

Sure they still want verse

But not to converse

With music it’s cool

Alone it’s a ghoul,

A ghost of the past when peeps had more time

To read and admire metre and rhyme.

Now all that has gone

Poetry’s done, it’s time to move on.

DMs and texts have taken its place

Along with emoticons, a cute little face.

Easy to say just what you mean

A key stroke, a pic, poetry lean?

Poems are old fashioned and need to be read

Unravelling their meaning does in my head

Leave them for oldies to indulge their old habits

While youngsters hop SM like eager young rabbits

Impatient to discover what’s really important

Make-up and fashion everything mordant.

No need for understanding of words

For rhymes, or just playing with verbs.

Poetry’s dead, may it long rest in peace

As Social Media is the new release

For thoughts and ideas, the next social suture

For changing folks’ minds and for changing the future.