HIGH
PRAISE
Reading again : all those tyrannical Popes,
their sisters and daughters and, now, right
at the present day, a hundred Internet scribblers
posting their God-flamed works. Every critic has
a brother, and every brother is a critic. Critical
acclaim, critical condition, critical situation, and
critical decision. I want to decide to get out, go
away, leave the flaming jackals to their own
devices. Cats and dogs lick their asses because
they can. I think Internet poets do it because
they really, really, down deep want
to.
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