ANOTHER BAD POEM

This, it seems, is a day when only bad poetry

comes slouching from the depths of my mind,

but even bad poems born withered and

dying, are poems, like all human beings

are humans, from the most wretched

and despised to the most saintly and revered.

11.03.2025

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