Green Gods And Agnostic Readers Of Compost Comments

'...having considered your elitist and liberal metaphors; I find them... ...but another renewable/source of fuel...' -if truer words were ever spoken/written, i have yet to see them. 'Poet, green is no longer just the color of envy/but in has become the color of your gods…' -Oh, don't the truth hurt so good? 'And because I am forewarned, I am so forearmed with knowledge to defeat your poor examples and attempts at self expression.' -true, 'dat 'Poet, having gone into the wilderness; hugged the trees and bunnies you have still failed to silence the wind and blasphemous dissuader...' -even the green poet's wind is no match for that which occurs naturally, a gift from the one God it doesn't believe in. Another one for the favorites file.

You know, sometimes I read your work and think that few others deserve the title 'poet'. t x