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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