They tell me a poem must—
Rhyme?
Have a rhythm?
A point?
A flow?
To that, to that, I must say—
Says who, fucker?
If I want to call this a poem,
Who is stopping me?
The poetry policemen?
Yes.
Oh?
I’m sorry, officer.
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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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