Bad Poem: Invisible Oppression
For Kassandra
For Kassandra
Furred lips touch an Arkansas Black, teeth press firm, tongue sweet,
Here within a glorious fall of fields and forest with two fawns,
A woodsy poem sudden, pearled, with mermaid depths, appears. Beautiful.
This is a good poem. Complex in rhyme and meter,
It receives accolades. It wins awards. Five stars.
It gets published in journals with woodsy names.
This poem touches your soul with its genius. It does!
Deep in the well the lotus blossom blooms greyscale,
The green flop of disgust waits below as well,
Lowering her head, the dragonwell weeps and sighs,
Interesting flames well-sizzled, the drizzle collapses us all.
Bad poem! Hideous. Unworthy and unreadable.
Every one agrees it has no merit, aggressively. The critics!
The writer should stick to novels. Better press releases.
Better a living wage job and no time for writing at all.
Abandon creativity to the woods. Hold it underwater.
Beautiful and interesting reflections belong to geniuses. Exclusive.
Alas.
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