Oh is
being a poet
Such a
titanic crime!
Whatever
I say, what all I write,
May it
or hell may not rhyme!
Is a
fabrication! Sigh!
Is my
every word a lie!
Am I so
inhuman?
That I
can’t utter a mistake?
For all
my words are used against me,
To
prove how bad I am! How fake!
Such
hypocrisy? That hypocrisy be shamed,
If no human
I am, banish me world dear,
I curse
you fear for truth,
I too
kick you out so clear.
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