they say

i am one of them -

a drunkard brat who cannot

pen a single couplet

they know not

poets are born to

in some graven streets

we speak a different

tongue and we sing

alternative songs

and we write our poems

on cigarette packs and

women's thighs

we rhyme our thoughts

with a glass of wine

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