Verse has fallen victim to a decade in exile,
For crimes of inconvenience.
And I'd hazard it's the lethargy of our community,
That makes such words inaudible.
Where syntax and structure, and intent of author,
Are naught but merchandisable.
And all the beautiful brown-haired boys play such sweet songs
About nothing.
Well colour me surprised, you'd be so easy to please.
Because sickly, silly boys, with six-strings and soliloquy
Are not real f*cking artists.
And so we all must plead to be taken seriously;
Well I have something to say,
About whether we are worthy,
Of the same celebrity,
Given to,
Higher artists like you.
Well we are much more self indulgent.
This is all for me;
I will live and die in this meter,
And I'm sure we'd still make Whitman sick,
But at least He'd see us trying.
Yeah at least He'd see me trying.
Well lets keep our broken fingers crossed for this one.
See the way I see it, you've got more in common with Byron,
Than Hemingway,
But don't fret;
'Cause that's the way I like 'em.
See the way I see it, you've got more in common with me,
Than either of us would care to know,
Or would like,
To live with,
But frankly, I've got better options.
Sure they're counterfeit,
And they're miserable,
But they are mine,
Forever.
And I'll live with that.
But can you live with your choices?
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