Carry on dear vanity writer
Write ten thousand dreadful poems
Bring forth thy greatness within numbers
Take from others with thy show
Willow on a pillow or climb a burning tree
Thy life is not a poem or a poet meant to be
Who can write 10 poems an hour
For whom shall lend an open ear
If thy poems sound good to drunkards
Then Brother, pass a beer
(04/25/2018)
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