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Obscuris Vera Involvens
One of our Poetry's fashions---
and one of its most hideous fads---
is that it has lost its passions,
replaced by its "I feel bads."
What once was a talented skill
is now a sophomore's bad jest;
just heartburn to spread and spill
and get it off the chest.
So each one puts chaotic "feeling"
into a rather unmanned parade;
fearful of this fact's revealing,
that each will never, not ever, get laid.
And every poetic convention
is jettisoned cavalierly;
so as not to obstruct the bid for attention,
the epic display of one's misery.
Starward
