CHEESE... it IS the enemy
By repomen79
Its a lucky poet who never see's, The horrible effects of CHEESE. In words that grovel on the page, Like lips just waiting to engage, Another critics butt to kiss. Its time we all got over this. Just yesterday a trusted friend, Had the utter nerve to send, Me a poem that shall go unnamed, Written by someone who she claimed. Had a poets eyes for realities, But I could see it was just more CHEESE. Now I'm a really patient guy. I'm willing to let a lot go by. But when they hijack my Allpoetry, It bugs the hell right out of me. It creeps and spreads like a verbal disease, They call it poetry,I call it CHEESE. What do ya do when the poetry's lame? The rest of us all take the blame. When strangers visit our poetry site. Go away thinkin we're not to bright. We gotta bring the movement to its knee's Clean out the fridge, and throw away the CHEESE.This is the war against CHEESE. we shall not falter, We shall not fail. (nor shall we fuck up) Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 01:07 PM PST, Patric Patterson 18 • 0 • 14
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