I hate these things as much as you do.

I mean poems.
I mean reading them.
Out loud.
I don't mind writing them.
It's what I do.
I do it without complaining.
I put the words down.
It's lifting them off the page I could do without.
I wouldn't ask my worst enemy to do it.
I wouldn't put my words in their mouth.
Gross.
It occurs to me that this is a perfect poem
to start a poetry reading with.