+ 27.225 MHz 222: On "Anything Goes In Poetry"

Declaring that the Lord cannot be known

allows the conscience to refuse to own

the inconvenience of morality,

and those discretions common courtesy

demands.  In place of that, "Anything goes,"

like claiming that huge heaps of stilted prose

are really---when you wish it---poetry,

and any damned thing that you have to say

is more than just a lame jackass's bray.

This sonnet flows in pentametric measure,

and will mention, just here, erotic pleasure

which will place its content quite far beyond

that stinking cesspool of a stagnant pond

from which you slithered just to strut your pose.


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