Most pets suck and don’t understand what it is to be an entertainer. They don’t study. They don’t create technique. They don’t understand wordplay or storytelling or rhythm. They just demand the audience be moved thru some strange virtue signaling extortion.
Real poetry is magic. It is applied technique invoking spontaneous synchronicity. It’s chaos magic where the poet creates timeless moments through faith in absurdity and the impossible.
Poetry is a disease I wouldn’t work on my worst enemy. To be a great poet is to run as far as you can from it and then step in a pile of it once you think you’re safe. Poetry is a bad joke the angels play on the dammed. It is the beauty of the mentally ill, the jewelry hanging from the minds of the sick. Poetry is written in the ashes of burned away lives. Only idiots write good poems.