Nautical graves and practical poets,
Woman's condition and cultural woe.
Heaving sensations accompany the telly.
What's worse than these? The end of the show.
Our lives, like globes, stiffly revolving;
White serpents crawl throughout and choke.
Resignation I give to High Society's office.
My passion - your kindling - stoke.
Woe for the compassionate daughter,
Ode to thee, misanthropic son.
Whether come hell or highwater,
Both will burn in ineffable sun.
I think 'practical poets' is an oxymoron... "Speak for yourself" says James.. ok sorry, maybe you know something I don't.
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yes, that is the fate of free thinkers I suppose. Very well said
Practical poets like Nautical Graves and the television make me heave. Very much an oxymoron. A very nasty, Nasty one. haha
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