Y’all make it so damn easy to dismiss
some of you poets as clueless. Back when
Wordsworth, et al., sucked: only a moron
would buy into how these guys portrayed
women: ‘How sweet,’ said the trembling maid,
‘doth the moonbeam smile to-night upon yon
leafy isle.’ This is all it took? grown men
pretending to talk like preteen girls? This
made you a poet? One of the Supreme?
Stop in the name love since Suffragettes
couldn’t come too soon. All this blaspheme
against verse. This is why certain poets
should be driven from the temple with sticks.
I’m through with their puerile shit, stupid pricks.
memories of my ghost sista 