It was writers gaff

A poem emancipated
lies word starved on paper:
Literary Correctional Services arrived too late.

Poetic police called to investigate
a possible homicide:
stanzas cordoned off with red tape,
a crime scene with
little words to go on.


Poetic police conclude
there’s no foul play
but death from malnutrition.

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Funny!
Poetic Police, love it!
Are you poeting without a license?
Dylan :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Dylan

[Sami Khalil]

I think this poem says feed your mind good, not your ego. You don't want to starve the ideas to death, let them come out naturally.
HNY great Aussie!

[andrew mitchell]

HNY Sami and thanks for stopping by.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. HNY