About a few high school freshmen who write "poetry" that is absolute crap. So I wrote a poem about it. It was kind of cold, though, so I didn't end up posting it for them to read.
all that they ever write:
tears over nothing
loss of my lusted one
i want this, i need that, i can't live without his lips, his skin
slit my wrists and watch me die
Poetry, they call it. Art.
Drama, adolescence.
It rhymes! so he's Talented.
It's emotional... so she's Creative.
I'd quote, but it'd hurt my pride... as an Artist.
Shakespeare wasn't Talented merely because he could rhyme.
...that's Seuss you're thinking of.
Poe wasn't Creative solely because he was Disturbed.
That was ...Silverstein?
Style. It's style.
They had
Romance.
Thrill.
Comedy.
Satire.
But it was their adjectives, their nouns; their syntax and metaphors; their wit -- .
Their style made them great.