The Ashes of April
Hearts ignited by the National month of poetry Frustrated poets waving tallow and torches Setting their unwritten pages aflame Convinced of crapdom Long before They’ve ever put Pen to paper Failing to try Trying to fail Killing whatever faint tickled trickle of verse Creeps from their unconscious Seeping towards daylight Before rational right thinking rectors released from command central Squash it like a cockroach That dares to come toward the kitchen April comes again next year So does tax time Guess who wins
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