Not the Warhammer 40k
Primarch (bless him),
but the privileged drunk,
depressed because he wanted
to have sex with men
but it was the Victorian era,
so drinks & 'finds' religion,
converts (as was in fashion)
to Catholicism (thank defector
cardinal Newman) &
continues to drink & writes
the most cliché poems
he can, cheap kitsch
porcelain given written form,
& being privileged,
& thus well-connected,
gets declared a great
religious poet.
Then falls when drunk
and dies.
26.07.2022
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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