i have no use for poets

i have no use for poetry

no respect for the sickly self-obsession

of so-called poets

what do they know

of love

of living?

they spend their hours

hiding behind syllables

and ill-conceived commas

such as, this one

and because they cannot justify

its existence

they pretend that a voice of God

told them to place it there

no, i have no use for poets

and their sickly self-obsessed rhymes

what do they know

of life

of love

what do they know

when the pen falls from their fingers

and the computer screen dims?