Write and Flush
Ah, the freedom of poetry!
Perhaps poetry is an anal
Not an oral behavior.
Like shit, it happens.
This means that poets
Are in the anal-aggressive
Stage of development.
Which is pretty good
Considering where most of the world is.
Hey!
You’re taught not to play with your shit,
So don’t play with your poems!
Stick them on the web
Or on a piece of paper
And forget them.
Let the anal-retentive pick them up.
(or the oral-agressives…ugh)
But when the trumpet blows
And time ends with a thump
And the angels sing “Hallelujah”
Poems will be the humus
For the new earth.
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