Saturday, March 5, 2016

The most Prolific Poet I know


Prolific is not the same 
entitlement
as being called Profound
And despite how Proud
and Pretentious many P words
(such as these four) sound,
the difference 
is in the detonation.

I propose the pretension
that I am the most 
prolific 
(horrific) terrific
(pretending) poet I know-
yet notably remain unfound.
The prose does not resound
which goes to show-
Err Go
I have not a smatter-
of the latter. 




Image of painting by Umberto Boccioni, (1912) Horizontal volumes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.



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