No, thank you!

These flowered verses have no pull
Upon my heart, they’re over full
Of pallid couplets, twee and dull
Your talk of sunsets makes me ill.

I will not be your goddess muse
upon a pillar; swift to bruise,
Yourself with Keats, do not confuse,
My life’s my own concern to choose.

I care not for your bleeding heart,
Your wound for Calliope’s art,
So grow a pair! You useless fart
And from my timeline, please depart.

All Rights Reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked this poem, read Moorland (Betrayed)

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