Forgive me
Yeats
this twisting
of your words
But today another poem
turned out
by some ass
plopped down on my desk
And I see the rule yet
holds
that centered poems stink
however flushed
their authors
Yeats
this twisting
of your words
But today another poem
turned out
by some ass
plopped down on my desk
And I see the rule yet
holds
that centered poems stink
however flushed
their authors