Friday, April 1, 2016

Once again, poetry wins.


Don't mess with poetry, man, or it will fuck you up!

1 comment:

Tricky Dicky said...

SIR, we approve your curling lip and nose
At this vile sight.
These men, these women are 'brute beasts'? — Who knows,
Sir, but that you are right?
Panders and harlots, rogues and thieves and worse,
We are a crew
Whose pitiful plunder's honoured in the purse
Of gentlemen (like you),
Whom holy Competition's taught (like us)
'What's thine is mine!' —
How we must love you who have made us thus,
You may perhaps divine!

Francis William Lauderdale Adams