Succeed

 

They gush and drool

like perfect fools

picking the bones of my poetry dry.

 

Inciteful precision gets

their goat.  Instead, they want to

emote over bronzed crocodile tears.

 

Think out-of-the-box?

What a wicked little fox to

commit such a heinous crime.

 

Stick to the form and shovel

that norm. We should all

know by now, that

to suck is to succeed.

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