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Dear (famous poetry magazine)
Dear (famous poetry magazine):
There is little interest
In reading about anyone’s scrotum
His pancreas, maybe, or his elbow
Hands are nice, especially fingertips
Some of my best friends are men, I’ll admit
I’ll even sit at the table with them
They cook, they clean, they sing their little songs
Just as long as they know their place, okay?
As for scrota, I know they have their rights
But don’t get me started on the phagocytes
To Miz Grundy, Ideologues, Censors, and the Perpetually Outraged:
There is only frivolity here. I repudiate ideology, identity politics, and the misuse of art as propaganda. I would enjoy hearing about your loves, your visions of beauty, you first car, and your dog, but if you're packing outrage please leave it with the deputy at the edge of town (cf. Rio Bravo).
Cordially,
The Town Ne'er-Do-Well, His Mark: X
1 comment:
The roster of "poets" would be culled considerably if there was no perpetual outrage.
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