You don’t like my poetry

You don’t like my poetry. You don’t like my poetry because the rhyme sounds like carpentry. You don’t like what I write because I am not right. You don’t like my poetry no matter what. What do you want?. You never ever like my poetry because the cause is entry of plenty of knowledge. The problem with my poetry is you. The rhyme is fine. You do no good. Good wood would do the planet good. Let the forest be with bees and the garden be with peas. Do you understand what i say today like yesterday and everyday?. I repeat to achieve the feat and if I don’t desist and i insist is because the cause is God. Humanity lacking rationality is deceived with sorrow to the marrow of the bone and I am alone without a loan. You are an ace if you understand God is Time and Space. Take seriously what i say and keep religion at bay. Share if you dare and care about despair. Thank you.