who is the boss here
don’t you dare stare at me
poetry
you are not in charge of me
i am the poet and
i’ll publish and be damned
the critics
i’ll throw away the lines
they are cheap
they are cheap
apotheosise you
never
what is this poetry thing
what is so special about
acceptance
here are my words
eat them
or spit them out
like i do
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