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Upon Winning a Gold Trophy With an Unworthy Poem:
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What? I won! I can’t believe it! No. Really. Now that I look back at this piece, it really sucks and needs a whole lotta' work! It reads like a loaf of rye bread, it’s so dry. Why, it’s just a mouthful of stale crackers… OH, I feel so low now, beating all those other way, way better poets. What on earth tickled your fancy here I’ll never know… was it my incessant flattery of your work, or the $20?
Conversely, “What? I won with that miserable piece? Oh, I see... there was a lack of competition... from the teeming ranks of amateurs that have flooded the site, and from the dull and unoriginal academians who lord it over them..."
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| Upon Winning a Gold Trophy With a Worthy Poem:
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Thank you thank you thank you I can retire now. I am famous for life. Bring on the women and wine. I will go out like Attila the Hun. I will await the beating of paths to my wise and wonderful door by those seeking the answers to life. Buy one get one free on Tuesdays. Just tack those laureates upon my noggin and besmirch me with your sweet approvals. Nothing matters now. I am a Goldie!
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Upon Losing a Contest With a Lousy Poem:
Jeeze, look at all those great writers. I am dirt. Envious dirt. Envious, MURDEROUS dirt. All those poems CAN’T be THAT good! Let me find faults with them and cut them down to size, so in the next contest the poets will be too intimidated to write anything good, and I’ll finally win something with my crap…
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Upon Losing a Contest With Clearly the Best Poem:
Oh, jeeze, you are obviously kissing up to the winners, trying to be popular and accepted, trying to make friends with the dregs, who you misperceive as the in-crowd. An iconoclast like me had no chance here, it is clear. Breaking honorable mention is the best I could have hoped for. Well, in 50 years, when my piece is a textbook classic, they’ll look back at your contest and pity your poor judgment and psychopathic need for acceptance by dimwitted sadists, and be amazed at the good sport I was and the grace I displayed while losing to such drivel!
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