July 1, 2008 by pestopasta
“Poetry makes me feel like a lout.” – my dad
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged lolz | 1 Comment
Wait, isn’t that the point of poetry?
I thought the purpose was to criticize, demean, to destroy and abuse — humble and burn. My rhymes are cinder blocks in search of storefronts, friend.
Maybe that’s why my poetry sucks and I have so many enemies, come to think of it…
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Wait, isn’t that the point of poetry?
I thought the purpose was to criticize, demean, to destroy and abuse — humble and burn. My rhymes are cinder blocks in search of storefronts, friend.
Maybe that’s why my poetry sucks and I have so many enemies, come to think of it…