The Opposite of Juicy
Just last week
My pen wouldn’t stop moving
Now it doesn’t work
It’s like it’s broken
It won’t fuck
It won’t mow the yard
Won’t even smile
Every morning
A one trick pony on strike
Too damn dumb
To realize that being good
At grammar and punctuation
Won’t make you a better poet
And that a college degree
Is a fentanyl patch
Nailed to a boulder
Somewhere
Between Sisyphus
And another trip
To the liquor store
David Burdett
4/4/21
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