look, you silly slob, you've already
written six poems today,
although I will not speak to their value;
"Oh, what do you know, Muse,
You know nothing of real value;
It is my arrangement of words
That readers value,
Not you, nor your blessing,
That would be the turkey dropped,
In favor of the dressing."
December 26, 2008.
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