inside the brain

I swear poetry for the leaving cert is just one big mindfuck. I’m still baffled at what Yates was trying to say. What the hell was he smoking when he wrote The Second Coming? What’s only worse is that miserable cow Sylvia Plath trying to spread her depression through out the entire world. Why do I have to learn poetry from someone who put her head in an oven and turned on the gas? Or why do I have to learn poetry at all? What purpose can it serve in the modern world?