With anger and hostility They will gather to view Running their mouths off As they all do No talent to call on So tear it all down I care not I hear not For I'm just a clown
Great poem. It speaks volumes to the many misconceptions about poetry having to rhyme, have distinctive rhythm & cadence, or to even make sense. Love it!
OnthcrestofawaveOPKaitaia, Northland New ZealandApr 30, 2018
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