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Zone Poet3

(Verse With A Lisp ¹ )

That’s you mum, that is

Look here, wannabes —
You wanna write poetry?
Well, now, let me see:

You live in Zone 3?
It’s not living exactly —
existing really.

Your writing will be
Vulgar and decidedly
Coarse, crude and filthy

It will simply be
authentic and genuine,
heartfelt and sincere,

Art, not artifice
and, like the vermin you are,
born wild and free


¹ And, no doubt, other congenital deformities due to generation (quite literally) upon generation of inbreeding.

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Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.