The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.
It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.
**** the unhappy day you start it.
.
.
A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 7:06 PM UTC
The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.
It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.
**** the unhappy day you start it.
.
.
A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons
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