Let me get straight to the point, friends.  I detest poets and poetry.  I look at poets the same way I look at hippies.  They choose to view things and describe them in a way that is foreign to me.  When I see a pretty flower there are a multitude of apt words and word pairings that I could concoct to describe that flower.  All of which are relevant to flowers and beauty.  I fail to see the point in describing a beautiful flower as a “piece of happiness that yearns to stretch towards an unreachable life source”. 

At this juncture I would like to point out that as much of an opinion as I have towards the “art” of poetry I have never actually read an entire piece, save Shel Silverstein’s work. 

So as uncharacteristic it is for me, I am going to give something new a chance.  I mean, I am the type of person that orders the exact same meal every time because I know I like it.  If I like something, why take the chance of getting something I might not like?  I am going to read poetry with an open mind.  I assure you all that if I like it, I will recant all previous statements made to the contrary.

That being said, if anyone has suggestions for poetry that is not mushy and introspective but instead focuses on something a bit more masculine, please let me know.