Poets Divine

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wallowing in
narcissitic excrement

is not honoring
the poetic sacrament

instead
just raise your draught
of hemlock wine

and become
poets divine

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keacremekeacremeabout 17 years ago
raising my own glass to you

i once saw henry rollins do a spoken word about how when things get bad, sometimes you want to get up on a soapbox and yowl along with miserable, angry music about how miserable you are, how awful the world is... you writings about poetic self-hatred (?) are definitely in that vein, and i love them for it. we are a self-aggrandizing bunch, as a rule, so i like your ironic commentary. great use of scatalogical languge, too.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
You're only famous when you're dead

so very true. Loved how you've expressed it here and 'narcissitic excrement' made me laugh out loud

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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A quick and easy way for a poet to become famous? I think you meant narcissistic {picky, picky}.

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