Meaningless, unrhymed
Dialog (Diatribe?)
So contrived,
Like that black coat
I wear all the time.
A role, and act. There's
Noplace so low, so dank
As where we hide what's
Good about us. The truth:
The only reason for an
Attention-craving poet
To keep so quiet.
Dialog (Diatribe?)
So contrived,
Like that black coat
I wear all the time.
A role, and act. There's
Noplace so low, so dank
As where we hide what's
Good about us. The truth:
The only reason for an
Attention-craving poet
To keep so quiet.
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