Rating a Poet's Masterpiece
Who are you to rate my poems?
Who are you to listen to my hums?
Who are you to twitter my songs?
Politics are like worms of a decomposed carcass
Ornated with dead and live muscae domesticae. The jackass
Is being followed by ticks yearning for molasses.
Your ears are open, but they are dysfunctional
Your eyes are wide, but they cannot see the clear ball
Your mouth is humongous, and you can neither shout nor yell.
Some great poems have never being read
Some beautiful women have never been seen in red
Most great poets die before being part of the charade.
You have only seen part of the worst, not the best
The thoughts are deep, and swamped with pests
May you rest in peace, this has been a test.
poem by Hebert Logerie (May 2010)
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