The poets are as dull as tuesday afternoons
they write in rhyme about mundane crap
their clichés fall to the ground like teargas grenades against Palestinian children
super boring to read
their whole lives have been awesome
they have never died in an overdose or lived under death threats
their publications are as predictable as the clothes worn by the literary critics
they have never robbed in the ghetto
they have never written poetry in jail
they have never laid handcuffed on cold asphalt at 3 am
they are wealthy plastic revolutionaries
they have never authored poems on the back
of receipts from the liquor store
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