Song About a Poet

For he is always beaten like a child
A poet, knowing nothing about the art,
Clenches a fist of his poem and beats.

He beats a woman since she washes herself,
Squeezes blackheads and makes up.
He beats his wife for she is a woman.

And for the same he beats his mother.
And he beats his father for he is with her.
He spits at the authorities with quick metaphors.

With rhyme he breaks windows, and with a kick of
Stress he injures the head of an embryo in
The womb, so the mother will not recognize her son

By the idiotism with which he will be born.
The poet also does other things,
But then he is not a poet.

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