Imagine If You Scheduled Surgery

Imagine if you scheduled surgery,

then learned your doctor---in crass arrogance---

boasted about his rough-edged ignorance

of even some basic anatomy.

Would you be frightened for your very life

before submitting to his wielded knife?

So I am frightened when I read, or see,

incompetence applied to Poetry---

to make it just a sloppy casualty,

mangled by existential "Woe is me"

exuded from attention-seeking hearts,

that pass their flatulance like cabbage farts.

This sonnet has no pretensions to be

more than a metaphor or simile.

 

Starward

 

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