A Poet's 19th Nervous Breakdown
When writing truth instead of fiction
I'm having problems with my diction,
But poetry is my affliction.
It really is a bloody curse,
This mania for writing verse,
And now it's getting even worse!
I'm using my imagination
In scansion and alliteration
But is it mental masturbation?
I've said it now so many times:
Please save me from these verbal crimes,
This assonance and, oh, these rhymes!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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