Young Poets;
Don’t Know It But Sowing Sewn Rows Of Internal Rhyme –
In Time,
Becomes Rote.
x
Dote,
Gloat,
Whatevera’ fuck ‘ya want.
o
Vaunted Ascendence Contends In Amendment:
That Shit Was Never Real.
Teal Tears Plus Feared Fears Seared –
Into Our Fucking Retinas.
x
Lumberjack Became Poet.
o
