So much bad poetry

exists online

like the many handguns

in America

ready to kill.

We’re not all poets, people,

like we’re not all police officers.

No, end-rhyme is not a crime

unless you shoot it every time.

Much worse is middle school

girls writing about playing tackle

football and not even getting words right,

so how could they target feelings?

Or  their friends writing about perceived

or even real

love, suicide, and rape--

miniature soap operas misfiring.

I know better than to think

posting comments would force them

to put their poems away

and stop hurting others

as much as themselves.

Besides, I want all those poetry lovers

to read my shots in the dark,

so we’ll all continue to pretend

all of us can aim true

and shoot straight.


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