On The Diagnosis And Treatment Of Poetry

The learned appear confused by the fact

That, at birth,

Some of us are issued AK-47's

And some only get nascent poems.

It doesn't much matter:

At the sight of something too

Grotesque for the mind to absorb,

We all scream the same four-letter word

And pull the same trigger..

The ganzegeist folks are only jealous because

Those with the brain-seeking ammunition,

The soft underbelly types,

Seem to stay alive from generation

To generation.

- David W. Mitchell

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