I know you can’t stand it
When I break meter
And urinate rhyme.
But I know you read me.
You say I’m too good for you,
But what you really mean is
You’re too good for me,
And too high fallutin’
To admit that it’s time
That you go clastic
With icon and iamb,
And throw yourself
Into the Poetrix’s Pentam.
-jenn long
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