Poetic Edification

she asked “where
do you get the
inspiration for your poetry?”

in my gut i knew
the question was
rhetorical

“i write from the
heart i write from
experience,“ i said

she bragged

“i have two ivy league masters
and a Phd
in english lit”

smiling coyly
she asks

“where did you study?”

she giggled
at
my reply

“your degree is in what?”

she laughed
again
even harder

“and you’ve never
taken a class
or attended a workshop’

condescending

“never
joined a cult
or been abducted by aliens…?”

i answered no to
all of
the above

“you're no poet”, she said

well,
that kind of, you know,
pissed me off a bit

so i took her to my
pad handcuffed her
blindfolded her
gagged her and

fucked her
brains
out

for a
week to
ten days

now
she begs me with
tears in her eyes

to
write my
next poem

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