I'm no longer a poet--

haven't been for years

now what do I do

that I should have done already--

engage imbeciles in the name of the Lord--

lower my head repeatedly for my own error--

get battered by God to put me in my right purpose--

get hung out in dry for not knowing my right purpose--

why this endless shit--

I look at the world and realize reincarnating

life and life isn't such a deal--

masses of morons measureless choking the earth--

what's their punishment for wasting life after life

and obviously not having learned anything--

I'm no longer a poet

haven't been for years

because I'm an idiot too for not learning--

until now that is...

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