Irresponsible poetry

So fake, so stale
irresponsible poetry.

It's slick and elusive,
So raw and yet cooked.

Like something to be afraid of,
sneak attacks and combat drawings.

Planned, because of the innocent grit,
hidden things kept behind it.

Irresponsible, poetry.

Never meant to be understood,
not really standing for nothing.

It's unique, yet plain.

Vocal and obscure.

A comparison, because it doesn't belong.

Sorely, it aches to be marched
begs to be written.

Like a stolen device, they all split the pie.

So I am a fan of that filthy glue that's
Necessities spit.

Irresponsible poetry.