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It seems to me that the artist’s struggle For his integrity Is a kind of metaphor Must be considered as a metaphor For the struggle, which is universal and daily Of all human beings on the face of this terrifying globe To get to become human beings It is not your fault, it is not my fault, that I write I would never come before you In the position of a complainant (complainant) For doing something that I must do… (that I must do) I must do... Ghiath Matar is dead Roses are not armour In my neighbourhood, it was become a poet or a farmer Welcome back avatar, Mevlevi whirling while I'm boiling a pacifier Hold thyself like J'zargo in Winterhold Reality, I'm in Fargo reading dinner poems Whincing at the virtue signalling Jejune is Dirk Diggler staring at the ceiling post-coitus Swerving through moral detours most boistrous Black beans and deco spilt on my loafers I'm back on my Black Bukowski bullshit Fuck your notepad, wrote a poem with a toolkit Shocking moment as the pupil thought Letras de canciones"me and my niggas is a school of thought" Shocking moment as the pupil thought "me and my niggas is a school of thought" I wanna suggest that the poets Are finally the only people who know the truth about us Soldiers don't, statesmen don't, priests don't, union leaders don't Only the poets, that's my first proposition My second proposition Is what I really want to get at tonight And it sounds mystical I think in a country like ours, in a time like this When something awful is happening to a civilization When it ceases to produce poets And what is even more crucial When it ceases in any way whatever to believe in the report That only poets can make From Letras Mania