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I'm not sure whether this is considered Vogon or not, but I find it amusing.
"Good Poetry"
by Michael Gilmer (c) 1994 by Crawling Chaos Industries --------------------- The words come from where I know not. Like the quiet guy at a big party. Just there like an acid trip. I don't think I just write. Like now.
To stop or continue I know not. Useless like a locked port-a-let. I beat on life's door but he doesn't answer. He doesn't care. He doesn't read poetry.
That's it! Poetry is like taking a shit. It just starts anytime. And by the time you begin to strain It's over.
Like a good shit is good poetry. It doesn't stink. And it's a relief when it's finished. Like now.
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