Poet of Oz

Poet of Oz
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Poetry is a traitorous mask
What you read is not what
You think it’s a mind game
By the devious shaman
Of a poet taking your naiveté
To task bubbly heady words
Overflowing from his hip flask
Pretentious palatable palliative
New wine fermented bootlegged
From a country hooch cask
Layers and layers of meaningless
Menagerie of rotten human emotions
That as a reader you try to unmask
Life living like feet trodden lichen
Trampled by karmic convolutions
Beneath a death mask

HUBCAP SHITHEAD