SPEW
These poems that you write,
so banal and contrite,
so obscure, and deranged,
nothing has changed .
It comes and it goes ,
the rhyme, and the prose,
the levels, the lyes,
the why not's, and the why's.
It spews from your face,
it's sooo commonplace,
the dribble, the drool,
from a poet,
a fool.
so banal and contrite,
so obscure, and deranged,
nothing has changed .
It comes and it goes ,
the rhyme, and the prose,
the levels, the lyes,
the why not's, and the why's.
It spews from your face,
it's sooo commonplace,
the dribble, the drool,
from a poet,
a fool.
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