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A kind of poetry
Apr. 1st, 2016 08:41 amSo, I wrote a poem for 
spnapo.
I don’t like poetry, Meg says.
A poem, she says, has too many tangents.
It twists words looking for rhymes,
Tries too hard to be—plangent.
Like church bells.
Poetry reminds her of clamouring priests
in churches full of hate for her kind.
Women, witches, a hate-feast
Of bitter fools.
Cas says, in the beginning was the Word
Yeah, and they said the Word was God, she scoffs
So put up or shut up
Laughable lovers write poems, Meg points out.
She can’t afford to believe in love,
It’s not what Hell’s about.
Unlike Castiel.
I wield words as weapons, Meg says.
There’s a kind of poetry in that, Cas thinks.
spnapo.- (April Fools’ Day) “I don’t like poetry. Put up or shut up.” -Meg (demon 2.0), “Reading is Fundamental.”
I don’t like poetry, Meg says.
A poem, she says, has too many tangents.
It twists words looking for rhymes,
Tries too hard to be—plangent.
Like church bells.
Poetry reminds her of clamouring priests
in churches full of hate for her kind.
Women, witches, a hate-feast
Of bitter fools.
Cas says, in the beginning was the Word
Yeah, and they said the Word was God, she scoffs
So put up or shut up
Laughable lovers write poems, Meg points out.
She can’t afford to believe in love,
It’s not what Hell’s about.
Unlike Castiel.
I wield words as weapons, Meg says.
There’s a kind of poetry in that, Cas thinks.
