If your pecker’s hard, can you demand a blowjob?
I banish all ye poets, Plato said.
I banish all ye poets, Plato said.
Not letting poets in my state! he said,
I don’t care how loud they moan and sob.
Poets are not entitled to be read.
I don’t care how loud they moan and sob.
Poets are not entitled to be read.
The poets sneak in where real angels tread.
They make a big show of just doing their job,
but I’m banishing their asses, Plato said.
They make a big show of just doing their job,
but I’m banishing their asses, Plato said.
Though it’s not as if a poet’s paid real bread
for ranting and impersonating God—
a poet who feels entitled to be read—
for ranting and impersonating God—
a poet who feels entitled to be read—
that poet’ll crow so as to wake up the dead,
then they’ll grab every heart that they can steal and rob—
mother-fucking poets! Plato said.
then they’ll grab every heart that they can steal and rob—
mother-fucking poets! Plato said.
Not on my watch! said Plato’s philosopher-
king (whose given name was Jรณe-Bob).
If you’re a poet, are you entitled to be read?
Get out of here, ye poets! Plato said.
king (whose given name was Jรณe-Bob).
If you’re a poet, are you entitled to be read?
Get out of here, ye poets! Plato said.
