Notice something about the modern pop poem,
it is almost always written in two stanza lines,
of the protagonist it says something vague
like they were recalcitrant; with a semi-colon,
it then mentions a past event in their life,
of course this was on a farm somewhere,
that perfect litttle spot in the barn away from,
where mama used to, all red and like
some obscure and possible supernatural
undertones to finish, a bit of fantasy,
tending toward dark and removed imagery,
doing no work of itself, a mirror deftly cultured for the reader.
then it ends, rather abruptly, always simply, a weighted remark
about childhood that the poem supposedly alludes,
where it is accepted by solicitation by the Atlantic,
or the New Yorker to waste away online with paid for praise.