Wednesday, 12 February 2020

the emporium’s new clothes

the emporium’s new clothes

take the top off my skull
shake out all the words
jumble them up and lay
them out as a poem and
all the literarti will exclaim
my boy you are a genius
what a genius you are
a poet beyond compare
out of the box and over there
such splendid words as
  we do 
    declare 
          them 
          to be
and with my emperor’s new clothes 
I will sup at high table
with the hoi polloi polloing hoi
and keep it under my hat 
that all of my complex simplicity 
is simply me

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