All the pychologists trying to put things right
And stop us getting suicidal in the dark of night
They tell us to forget the past, the future's yet to come
Just live in the moment, dwelling on past wrongs is dumb
So why do so many poets write about the past?
They think you must be serious, condemning those who laugh
And worst of all, time travellers, obsessed with years ago
They write of hadst and didst and durst, use words nobody knows
They think their metaphors are clever, I think the meaning's missed
They say lips touched like butterflies, when they mean they kissed
Unlike modern Dixie Country songs which talk of being lonesome
The poets hide meaning in metaphors. Plain poems are more wholesome
Running counter to psychiatry, poets compound our misery
Speaking only of atrocities which should remain in history
Their poems are depressing, and what have they gained?
Putting politics in poems just to spread more pain
I hope one day that fashion
For outdated words will fade away
Meanwhile I'll stick to rhythm and rhyme
Modern, simple words we say today.
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