try iambic CPR
he’s a poet
he’s a poet
try iambic CPR
resuscitate
re-alliterate
but i think he’s gone too far
word shock him once
word shock him twice
try enjambment of the lines
monitor his vital signs
anon anon anon
i remember how signed
stand back stand back
we’ll try it one more rhyme
ker pow ker pow
come on you bloody fool
sign the contract here and now
i’ll guide the quill
i’ll grind the final pill
as posthumously pays the bill
we’ve privatised your very eyes
your every word is gold
we’ll call you a war poet of course
for you lost this battle sure
it will sell so many more muddy books
as you sink into the manure
so
say hello to god for me
make a space upon his shelf
i’ll spend some of your royalties here
before i join you there myself
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