Poet apposite poet
I’ve thought of a few lines.
Are they not clever?
Don’t you think I am a great poet?
Maybe? Like the old poets thought they were.
When you read them now and again
they remain,
like my lines,
the first among many unequals.
Don’t you think my daring do deserves airing
in the panoply of the crowned?
No?
Ah well,
there you go then.
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