The word love
is getting tossed around
a lot
these days.
I'm here to tell you-
I'll have you know
that your poetry
will soon evaporate.
Your pretend audience
will go on strike.
All you old 'work'
will be put in a quiver
shaped like a racoon's bottom
And will be shot
ineptly
at targets yet to be taken out of their packaging.
Ouch Charlie! That really huuurt!
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