Bad Poetry Contestant
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Poets Gone Wild
Lighting a match of freedom,
I twirl the baton of death even as
I chew my cud of optimism.
And while I pop the pimple of pomposity and
Pick the scab of indelicacy,
I remove the belly button lint of deception,
Thereby crushing the last reason for continuing in
This mortar and pestle of thought.