Yeah, no one cares much about poets, unless the do something outrageious or die young. Willam Blake ended in a paupers grave with about three people standing there to see him go. And Keats hardly sold a verse when he was alive. Byron of course was a b*****d. Yeah, no one wants us cos we say things that make them uncomfortable, or they are too stupid to understand us.
very simple, it almost creates its own beat as you read it.
this seems to leave the reader with a feeling of anxiety in the best way possible lol.
very very simple and very very personal it seems. thank you for sharing :)
I felt the angry restlessness or frustration as I read this poem. I really like it. Especially the lines "Wants unheard of, All hocus pocus" It made me want to scream in frustration for the poet.
i feel like this is made of bullet points. created to hash out each reason briefly and then fly into the next. this happens, this happens, this happens, this happens. brilliant.
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