Kill The Poets - Jim Knowles

[Larry Robinson]

Kill The Poets

Kill the poets
Kill them all!
Who cares if the spirit calls?
Let me sit and scratch my balls.
Kill the poets
Kill them all!

Kill the poets
It's time to fight
Stunning metaphors
And sudden insight
The hidden meaning in a raven's call.
Me, I'm ready for some football!
Kill the poets
Kill them all!

Kill the painters
It's the same damn breed.
We've got TV so where's the need?
False perspective and plein air
Making us see what isn't there.
Look, reds are reds and blues are blues.
I'm happy with my Fox snooze.
Kill the painters
Let's get them too!

But these poets
They have got to go
Making us remember what we've always known
We like our dull and ordered lives -
Here come the poets with their long knives
We read our lines and play the part -
Some poet kicks over the apple cart

Kill the poets
It's a good start
Quick!
Take their heads
Before
They take your heart

	- Jim Knowles