Medicated Poets Rendering
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Is there a rule that precludes
*medicated poets* from posting
poems from their deranged minds
rearranged by their chemical little friends,
angels that keep them on the path
without wrath, taking 8 baths
a day, but hey, there are drunks
and weed wackers too, a veritable zoo
of goo splattered on e-paper
minds turned to vapor
or maybe methane
soggy brain
lame game
poets
play
thankfully?
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