Sunday, July 10, 2011

no rivals

you can talk shit
all you'd like

yr no rivals

you'd have to possess
talent & fucking guts
to be considered my rival

& i see nothing but soulless
hacks to attack

a dozen lines is all
you'll get from me

now get back to yr machines
& weakly try again
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.

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