Poem-A-Day: Day 379

Fart Mass Lectern

the ardent artifice of art attacked by asses,
rejects represented by the reprehensible;
two twits, or twats, trifle over the trash,

the fucking filth fresh from the fantasy of failure,
or overdramatized overreactions of other offenders
regurgitating the repetitious retch of retardation.

take time to trust the thoughts of literary testament,
hear the haranguing hurl and honor the whole heart,
eat everything encompassing the earnest, erstwhile

all artists ache at the other angels attacking art,
slithering snake swine, shitting shiftless swearing
at simple sincerity, squabbling sense over sentiment.