Critique my poetry in which I speak
Is that not who I am?
For a poet if posed as a proper pompous
Would indeed be so grand
Yet I am stricken with silly speech
and segregated as such
To mark my melodies in mangled madness
And make my message as much
So read my ramblings and rapid remarks
and receive them as remarkable reward
For in my individuality I invite inventors
And ingest imperial idiots inward
~A Place Where Artists Go~
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