...the rest i pass/peace and quiet i yearn
i have heard a man full of hatred say
“all the poets are always drunk
how sick of them to fiddle with
pen and paper.”
one sentence i would rather not say,
however, i want you to know/
that man is mad
there’s one thing that he doesn’t know
poets and sculptures create
the day has migrated/morrow is uncertain...
what is there left for me to say?
stand tall with dignity and
carry on fiddling with your pen
i'll pass the bottle around
cheers!



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