Many modern psychologists trying to put things right
They try to 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 should be serious, condemning those who laugh
Worst of all, poet time travellers, obsessed with years ago
Insist on writing hadst, didst, durst, words nobody now knows
They want to write like Shakespeare
Whose words were so sublime, they're near divine
Yet poets neglect a simple fact
Forget he wrote the ringing language of his time
Their metaphors sound clever, yet the meaning's missed in mist
They say lips touched like butterflies, that's obscure, they just mean kissed
Unlike modern Dixie Country songs which talk plain of ain't and lonesome
Poets hide, muddled meaning in metaphors. Plain poems are more wholesome
Running counter to psychiatry, poets compound our misery
Speaking, dwelling on 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 pointless pain
I hope one day that fancy, fanciful 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For outdated words will fade away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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