Suddenly, Dweebs Everywhere are Out of Work
It's just poetry, Eric. Leave it at that.Setting's superfluous. You needn't
Bother to learn if the writer was
Handsome or gross, scarred in some
Way or blessedly affluent. Maybe
The words were composed by
Machine. What you're here for are
Sounds. They're first, then their
Meanings, and, after that, nothing.
The poet's irrelevant. Read and
React, and be done.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-11-12 at 12:42
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