Author: Ajay Ohri

This is the parody of a sad poem,

trying itself not to be a bad poem,

it tries to poke fun on creative licensed types,

their real and imaginary melancholy vibes.

 

         Though it begs to differ and be different,

         this poem is by no means indifferent,

         to poetic unjustice suffered and imposed

        which numerous pages in hard cover enclosed

 

it is neither too classical nor a bit modernistic,

the incumbent poet prefers not to be called artistic.

having outgrown his own drunk depressive ways,

it tries to clear a path through the poetic haze.

      why poetry lost ground sucessively 

to the short story and detective novel progressively,

and now it’s gotten much worse, 

people twitter about and claim it as verse.

 

who cares if you missed your daily prozac

,as long as you stay poetically on track

neither bore the reader nor fool yourself,

keep the poem simple , without a whistle  or a bell

 

and nature is not meant to be invoked

in stand alone poems and then revoked

poisoning the air with many  stale cigars

many mediocre authors take to poetic farce

again this is a parody

of poems and not of any contemprary authors

they write worse and sell more

this is not what really bothers

 

but the farce they inflect

can sometimes rebound and infect

an unsuspecting reader or two

having started reading needless feels blue

 

so i say to you unknown reader,

this pledge you should take

the next sad poem you see,

dismiss that as a fake