OK, it’s war.
I don’t buy your claim to be a demigod.
Robert Bly was an impostor.
I don’t buy your claim to be a demigod.
Robert Bly was an impostor.
It’s only a problem with male
poets,
right? They keep waving their rods
at me. OK, it’s war—
right? They keep waving their rods
at me. OK, it’s war—
get down off your high whores
and admit you’re a pathetic clod,
like that horrible Robert Bly character,
and admit you’re a pathetic clod,
like that horrible Robert Bly character,
who said he stole sugar
from the castle but it was just his own ball-barf.
But isn't it overkill to go to war
from the castle but it was just his own ball-barf.
But isn't it overkill to go to war
with these losers? They aren't worth the
care.
When we depended on their nurturance, we starved.
They’re only pathetic impostors.
People encourage
them as they encourage little boys.When we depended on their nurturance, we starved.
They’re only pathetic impostors.
When the little boys grow up to be poets, let’s pay no more
attention to them. OK, it’s war.
I’m not listening to any of you any more.
