WHEN THE POETS ARE ALL
TOO DAMN HAPPY
The poet dreams
Of some perfect
World where wisdom
Rules and profit fails
And all things are
Beautiful, just & fair
But the truth is
That if it was we
Wouldn’t have a
God damned thing
Left to write about
And all our boring poems
Would be about
Rainbows & magical
Unicorns
& then we would
Have to find things
Wrong with them
Too
~ R.M. Engelhardt
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R.M. ENGELHARDT 
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