Pinning the Devil Down
I hate it when a
poet
tries to be profound
with
what he does not
know, forever
struggling to free
himself from
his shallow grave;
and I hate it when a
poet
tries to be cavalier
with deadly
serious matters,
making out
like he’s above the
fray;
and I hate it when a
poet
assumes an air he
has not earned,
wearing the poet’s
mantle
for authority;
and I hate it most when
a poet
gets it right,
because he’s pinned
the Devil down and
wrestled
all the wit, charm, and
deceit out of him!
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