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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