Non-Erotic PoetryThe King of IlliteratureMy plots are hackneyed.
My characters are as see through as plastic wrap.
My descriptions of are of landscapes I've never seen.
My artistic voice comes through a lung cancer machine.
My rhymes are tritely artificial.
My metric feet step on each other.
My grammar are multi-cultural and there ain't nothing wrong with that.
My allusions are to my personal mythology.
My word play never shares with the reader.
And my endings are anything but witty.
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