A Hitler of poetry

He did that just for fun?

He mocked at me and called me – wow! -

A brainless creature, a stupid beast,

An animal which has no right to live -

And all that just for one of my unlucky clumsy poems.

I cannot rhyme as he can.

I am not after the depths of the human guts and souls.

I am not a genius but does that mean I am not human?

For him it does.

An endorphine addict – this is how

He baptized me considering himself to be a god.

A god of poetry? Or what?

I did not ask for his opinion.

Nor was I interested in his praise.

But he called be an idiot

Because my verses are too plain.

I do not know many clever words

That's why for him I am cannon fodder

And useless trash with no heart and no feelings.

I think, Hitler is still among us.

A Hitler of poetry, can you believe it?

28.03.2018

 

(Dedicated to one modern Russian poet who called me names and wished I were dead as I am not clever enough for him)