Bad Poet, You are, Yes

An artist is a humble cause 

to throw one's body into oblivion willingly

 

Hold forth your cautions

artist you chose to suffer

 

Curled and feverish perfection

only in solitude

 

Big words, metaphors

a stink-bomb of stupidity

 

Bad Poet

call me that

 

 

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