The Disgruntled Poets Society
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Shaun Cronick
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They fed him nothing but honey,
For three captive weeks on end.
What happened next was horrific,
Stephen King could have penned.
They then set fire to his hair,
Burning down just like a wick.
A human candle he had become,
Nothing left but a waxy slick.
So to all the critics out there,
Beware The Disgruntled Poets Society.
When you cruelly undermine new work,
For they reply with original notoriety.
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