A polemic against poetry

Why do you play these games with yourself? 
Talk right. Listen with your whole body.
You donโ€™t get to feel EVerything ALL the time.
You donโ€™t get to choose the color of every sunset, either.
Sometimes a flame is just a flame
and it will burn you every time you touch it
even when you close your eyes.
How many people can you stuff into one brain?
Uncrowd yourself. Think less.
Keep your whole heart in Tupperware in the freezer.
Youโ€™ll grow out of itโ€”the rhyming,
and the looking at your own face in the mirror like youโ€™ve never seen it before.
You are who you are and you canโ€™t shift shape,
no matter the angles of the rooms
you lock yourself in. You locked yourSELF in,
you know. The rest of us keep track
of our keys. The rest of us fall in love with one cemetery
and keep on digging til weโ€™re done.
Come watch TV with us. Come stand in the crowd
and ignore your own bones.
Poltergeist? HA.
You canโ€™t be an urn AND a vehicle.
Hereโ€™s how time works: Lost, then now, then always.
Thatโ€™s it. Thereโ€™s nothing waiting for you
at the bottom of that well.
You wonโ€™t live through this. You wonโ€™t wake yourself up.
Whatโ€™s the difference between a fall and a jump?
Donโ€™t say we didnโ€™t tell you so.
Words are words and painkillers are painkillers
and thereโ€™s only one good way to be human
and itโ€™s to avoid being human at all.

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