Never Live with a Poet

Harinath

Poet

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A satirical verse exposing poets’ detachment from everyday life—mocking their lofty ideals, domestic avoidance, and delusions—before ending with a witty twist on Socrates, ostriches, and AI creativity

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Poets don’t live on the ground—

they hover above dishes,

blind to the grease and sweat

that keep their world alive.

They opt non-violence,

feed stray dogs with metaphors,

can they still scribble verses

when chased down the street?

They sing of love,

but never stay back

to wipe a toddler’s mess.

“It’s not my thing,” they sigh,

“my life is beauty alone.”

Socrates knew—

no place for poets in the new world.

Practical? Never.

Delusional? Always.

And here I am,

mocking poetry in a poem,

waiting for poets to nod.

My fellow poets chuckle,

“Buddy, you exaggerate—

the world isn’t that cruel.”

So I hurl back these words:

“Don’t be an ostrich!”

Now spin your own verse,

or ask the machines—

these days, even they

write better than us.