No Need to Name Names. You Know Who You Are.
I will posit that you are of the ilk which misconstrues
Opacity for your ideal, profundity. Unfortunately,
You are wrong. A slap's due you and all your fellow
Workshop cripples. Don't you know that, if you force
Your hapless readers to supply some meaning to
The nonsense you have written down, you cede your
Poet's license to those excavating you? Let them
Be poets. Go away. You wreck the art, which grieves
Me greatly. Shovel shit or learn accounting. Just don't
Go on selling babble as profundity.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-08-01 at 01:59
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