Dead Poets Tell NoTales

Dead Poets Tell NoTales
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Poets write poetry with words that heal
hard hitting...every hair like word of a follicle...
but does it enter the cranium of an imbecile
who write poetry but do not feel..
tempered blades scathing swords made of steel

pompous piss ass poets run of the mill ..
with piddlish craftsmanship pedestrian skill
some with one leg in the graves over the hill
teaching their peers how to fuck …
when they impotently a thirst cant fulfill
Viagra …some other aphrodisiac pill
An instrument of sorrow that remains still
The lady love languishing like
An unfed dove on a window sill
More interested in finding faults
With other folks poetry..
Why don’t they chill..
Broad band blocked heads
Mounting phone bills
Still clinging to the
Nursery rhyme pail
Of Jack and Jill