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Admittedly!

I read poetry – I don’t understand it,
Admittedly, begging to be understood;
Butt-a-hole will not catch fire with explicit mind;

Let it out my love, and set if free!

For that bird wert fucking fear sly.

I write poetry – I understand the awesome insanity,
The tethering drops of plundered verbiage,
God is dead, and so I learn from the calamitous stupidity,
Momentarity. And then I give thanks to entice Nietzsche.

I'm so shamefully unashamed, forsoothingly.

And then I giggle a little, for admittedly, I am giggling.