The insurgent poet

Allah Akbar!!!!!
he cried while having a whiskey in a bar
and beside him a working girl called Star
but then he lied
and denied
the lie
the poetry
has no sense of beauty
ti ti, hey! that is my titi
yo
scramble scramble!
for him to mumble
destroying
people annoying
the poets
they are the best
riding high in their nest
he calls them out
without a shout
then they have to scout
about, what is this about….

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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