Anti-Poetry

At a post-class conference (read, having beers at the pub down the street after class), I got the brilliant idea of creating anti-poetry to deal with all the poets, poetical nonsense and poems we have to talk about during this summer class. I bravely volunteered to start. I envision this as a way to both mock class and the humanities. Although, I hope that it's not to inside-jokey for those who have the pleasure of not being in the MA program with me. MFA, by the way (see, already rhyming!) stands for Master of Fine Arts. Based on the behavior of some of them, though, I'd say it stands for Mother Fucking Assholes.

This little gem is based on my Navy Buddy's one night stand with an MFA. Never again, eh? Apparently she talked the whole time about, among other things, her work, of course. Like Dickenson, I've chosen to not title it, but rather to let the beginning line serve as the title. You'll note I've even used a dash.

I would not lay an MFA
Nay
In fact, why anyone would--
I could not say
Perhaps you were having
A very bad day
For if you do, you'll pay
In a big way
So if your boat should choose
To dock in that quay
I urge you
Don't Stay!
Else you may
End up the victim
Of their "forte"
And find yourself mentioned
In an angry way
Via a poem or a story that's really
Quite gay*

*not in an anti-homosexual way, of course.