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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