No, thank you!
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
These flowered verses have no pull
Upon my heart, they’re over full
Of pallid couplets, twee and dull
Your talk of sunsets makes me ill
I will not be your goddess muse
upon a pillar; swift to bruise
Yourself with Keats, do not confuse.
My life’s my own concern to choose
I care not for your bleeding heart
Your wound for Calliope’s art.
So grow a pair! You useless fart
And from my timeline, please depart.
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