All poems are stupid
Word after word
Verse after verse
They go on and on
Telling you things
You already know
And how to feel
Telling you what
Your eyes see every day
Your ears hear
Forget all the poems
You read already
They’re stupid, I tell you
All you need is
This bright voice of mine
You may hear now
The crows steal it
Each day to throw
Between them all day long
Mumbling Jack 