Cut Down to Sighs

 

Before I slash and burn my fields
I kiss the blade my reaper wields.

Bad poetry wells forth and gushes;
lyric sanity now hushes.

Teenage angst is smeared all over
suicidal nerds warmed over . . .

Bring some towels! My verse is flowing . . .
And my poetic dullness showing.

It makes your well-paid therapist sing;
this whining/slashing/cutting thing,

Since he or she is paid by the hour —
while you coagulate, and glower.

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