Anti- Poem

This is an anti poem.
This poem spits on personification.
This poem annihilates diction.
This poem fights similes like a WWF cage fight.
This poem asks,
How would you feel if I never picked up a pen?
Never again.
Would you notice?
Would the world collapse?
Would panic ensue?
The catastrophic melting of ice caps
Of polar bears dying.
No.
My words are nothing to you.
Nothing to the world.
They won’t change a plan.
They can’t stop a train.
Words.
Letters on a page.
Words.
My pen.
My paper.
Nothing.
Nothing in the scheme of things.
A page in a desk.
A scribble on a sheet.
A second on the stage.
I don’t care.
I spill my words.
My hopes.
My fears.
Do you care?
No.
Do I care?
No
Words.