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*my mother said i was a tyrant, my father just said: you'll scare their children...* and i guess that's true, given the fact that poetry became a joke, cute pompous readied for seasons and such damnable events as speaking at funerals... i guess i am a joke, my output is a joke, poetry per se is a joke ergo... i guess they will fear me because i expressed a love of poetry like a salvation army band member... i sang to the highest peak and ebbed towards the lowest valley where at last i met the shadow of death; that's the point of fear, they think you've a steady job going for you, that you expect that the only art these days is only worth a part-time status and not the pope's patronage... then you realise i'm not earning... then what? ha ha... you do jack shit! oh my tyrant, me Napster... me ball-less in Chinook covering Cairo's airspace for a radio broadcast of no bankrupt Virgin mega-store; poetry the cheapest art, hence so many poets and hence so few risk-takers, 1000 poets and about 100 poems among them to share a credible signature to.
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