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Jul 2013
Rhyme not, my friends,
and try your best to make your
words out of little to no sense.
In sense you will find yourself
drowning in organization,
and we all know what organization
will eventually change into:
the word that refuses to be spoken
on the lips of those with a creative mind;
but here, I'll say it, just for you
in hopes that you'll shy from it too.
Structure.
Oh, Lord of Poetry, forgive me
for I have sinned
I swear, on Whitman, I'll never
say it again.
But you, my friend, keep that in mind.
Nonsensical words that lack organization
and then, then, you can call it
poetry.
speakeasied
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