Recipe to Poetic Success

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Don’t read me dear hate filled lady

Mind your own business

Unwashed dishes your life’s kitchen in a mess

Yes this poem is to you and only you I address

My poems from a butchers shop body parts no less

Dick sized dilemma vaginal varicosity menstrual machinations

The heart and hole of my poems need I digress

You need not read me or with your infatuated eyes caress

That you want me to be censored you stupid American woman

Dumb head don’t you know abut the most fornicated word

Freedom of the press that is touted at each street corner even in the US

Or Freedom of Expression a fundamental right Lady Highness

Witches of Armageddon you and you kind can’t suppress

You military mad cap dictators of poetry in civilian

Seminal stained dress

On Thanksgiving Day burnt food served to the guests

Of the Poetry forum that with you culinary finesse

You try to impress as though you are participant in a kitchen contest

Take my advice write and read your own poetry

Not your recipes that you ostentatiously garnish with Louisiana garden cress

Lady just your poetry a road to rightful success

 

 

 

Done