The Reality Of Life Poem by Shkotz Shpatzir

Every time I hear a poem about pretty butterflies, flowers and chirping birds, I want to march up to the poets door and ask him why the f**k does every poet feel a need to express happiness through these 3 things?
I will then take a baseball bat and and whack his mail box to the ground and ask him why I did that.
I will then ask him kindly to spare humanity of his so called bullsh*t happiness and stick to writing children's books and let the adults express true emotion through poetry.