Nourishment Of Sorts Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Nourishment Of Sorts

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Who in his right mind
doesn't prefer cold cereal
to the gushing of a poetaster?

Who doesn't prefer
poetry to raw emotion
released in a rush of words?

Who doesn't prefer
genuine nourishment
in a well cast line
to the logorrhea
of muddled thought?

Who doesn't prefer
crafting a well-wrought poem
to verbally assaulting his better?

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