16 august 2012
Writer Of Texts
This is not a poem.
I am not a poet.
This is not poetry.
Just a bit of text
With a bit of space
Between some lines.
Because it looks like a poem
Doesn't mean it is a poem.
Let me put it like this:
Why is it that every arsehole
Can call himself a poet while
Not everybody is allowed
To call himself a butcher,
A baker or a busdriver?
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