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| a guide to anti-poem |
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i don't necessarilly hate art, but when it comes to literature, i swear to all living and dead beings i hate that shit; 
like, brother, why; 
why the fuck do you need language as a medium to do some artistic shit when you can just put your message out in simple fucking words; 
whats with the all the fuzzy complicated twisting and shit;

i mean, what is a poem, you tell me;
it's a pathetic attempt at making sound shit so damn artsy when it's completely not required to do so;
language as a whole is made so that people can say shit and understand each other;
hell it's like giving japanese slangs to a chinese fella, like, the fuck are you trying to do? offend him or some shit? lol;

let's have a look at `poems`, per se;

i searched for `famous english poems`, and this is what i got:
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   | Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?     |
   |  - William Shakespeare                                 |
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   |    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?             |
   |    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:            |
   |    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,       |
   |    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;       |
   |    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,          |
   |    And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;            |
   |    And every fair from fair sometime declines,         |
   |    By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;    |
   |    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,              |
   |    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;        |
   |    Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,   |
   |    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:         |
   |    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,         |
   |    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.    |
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alright, what the fuck is wrong with this brother man; 
why on earth would you compare someone to a summer day, like bro, shit is warm, moist, fuzzy i mean, if this guy was from UK, he would absolutely hate that shit;

but then again i hear that this guy is fake? apparently shakespeare is some made up dude or something, if you havent heard about it, go check it out, interesting rabbit hole;

anyways, so from what i got from this archaic piece of shit is that he `loves` someone, apparently, and is trying to woo him/her or something?
and i feel like he feels like dedicating his life to him/her (i don't judge)?
i mean, what a fucking anti-narcissistic asshole. who, what. like, what the fuck;
brother, you give your life to someone else, who the fuck is going to take care of yourself? fucking blind bat piece of shit;

also, what's this whole notion that if you love someone you gotta woo them or some shit, like, putting in efforts, adjustment and all that;

brother, either he/she is yours or they aren't. there's no woo-ing shit necessary, like, damn man, that's just sounds like a ticking time bomb put inside your own ass;

like, imagine, putting in efforts and all that, and then she says `no.`
what then? die or some shit? self destruct? self -insert verb- ?

you know what, i thought id read some more poems but what the hell, i couldnt sit through just one of these things, can't do more; no no no, no can do;

i mean this whole notion of adjusting for love and all that is just absolute jargon, or so i believe;
like, imagine this, you like something, and it likes you; boom, connection;

what the fuck is all this adjustment bullshit;
you are legit one argument away from pulling up all your past adjustment shit, like `ohhhh DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE TIME I DID THIS FOR YOU` or some shit like `DON'T YOU THINK I'VE ADJUSTED AND CHANGED MYSELF ENOUGH TO BE WITH YOU` kinda thing

it's all sheeple methodology of love, the same infinite cycle of patchups and breakups per se, weird shite;

this isn't the love/hate article, more on that mediocre shit later;

but anyways, sorry about the slight deviation, here's how to write an anti poem;

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 | a guide to write an anti poem |
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1. do not think `fuck the reader, i don't owe them shit`, cause if you do, you'll become shakespeare or some other tough nut;
2. keep it simple, easy, easy to understand, LOW EFFORT;
3. do not write your name in the author's name area;
4. a single fucking sentence or word is enough to convey your `emotions` lol, cause if not, you don't believe in what you are writing;
5. fuck your redundant feelings;
6. fuck your rhyming scheme;
7. fuck your non-rhyming lyrical scheme or some shit;

here's an example :
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 | an ode to my chair |
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 | i thank you for sheltering my bum; |
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2.
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 | to my girl/boyfriend |
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 | i love you; |
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3.
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 | a bicycle |
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 | two wheels, a seat,     |
 | nice wheels, nice ride; |
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4.
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 | breeze |
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 | nice; |
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5.
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 | man and woman |
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 | fuck your rights; |
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yo see? DO YOU SEE? how simple that was? like, you don't need to compare your love to a dying autumn flower or some shit just write `i don't have feelings anymore`, that DOES THE FUCKING WORK, for fuck's sake;

all i chase is efficiency around a wrapper of uncomplicated intrigue;
mind me, do not confuse efficiency with simplicity, sometimes the most simple of the things are not as efficient as when certain complicated parameters are introduced;
but that doesnt mean, all your complicated shit will be held in high regard;
fuck you and your pathetic attempt at sounding pseudo-intellectualistic because langauge was made to communicate between two people, but not involving a fucking dictionary between those two people; 
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