Eventually Poetry goes to our heads
Creating, ecstatic musing erections
Not easily been accommodated within
Ones self
Bemused fame, keeps vigil to approval
As it comes in small shots
Of sweet bullshiting
Injecting egopathia to an unwary poet
Hint...
I fell in love with your poetry
she says,
And then with you!
In dismay he falls in delirium
Nearly pisses himself
Me? Ohhhhhhhhhh.....
The King has fallen from his horse
Lost sword and shield to foe
Surendered his crown upon scattered margaritas
Torn, as if of paper
made it was.
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