People go to college to learn poetry?
What the fuck!
Line and sinker
What a stinker
Astute, ambitious, romantic little thinker
You’ve been caught in the game without knowing the rules
They take you for fools
Bright fools filling bar stools
You can’t write a line that is worth a damn without first committing a crime
For a dime
On the street where no one gets paid
for the ambition of love
If only to get laid
by critics, without as much as a morsel
of a genuine clue of what it takes to be adored, so,
put your pen down and go live a life
Then come back and write something that might
cause someone to laugh, punch you in the face or cry
because anything else is all but contrived,
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