Pretentious Bollocks

On reading something that claimed to be a poem but was just rather dreary, pretentious prose broken into lines.

Pretending to be serious
And grandiose,
A poem that is nothing more
Than broken prose,
Take out the carriage returns
And all that’s left
Is narcissistic nonsense,
Warp without weft,
No sharp, compelling rhythm,
No charming rhyme,
No magical allusion
Captured in time,
No complicated metaphor,
No simile,
Not one dramatic, pregnant pause,
No hyperbole –

Just a load of pretentious bollocks really!

Lynne Joyce18.03.2014