A rant from a self-depreciating poet

Cocktail

I am a poet, a gifted being

My rage fills word docs

Like flies swarm a milk box

And I like to wallow

In my misery

with a cocktail in hand

Looking down at the lesser beings

From the vantage point

That is rightly mine

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