I AM 25
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
Who consult other old poetmen
Who speak their own youth in whispers,
Saying: -I did those then
But that was then
That was then-
O I would quite old men
Say to them: - I am your friend
What you once were, thru me
you'll be again-
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
Rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems
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