What happened with the boat? Now Chaucer that saucy
medievalist, was as we know practically a rapist, and
before you take off your coat to defend him, well John Donne
was a really Papist by heart, then turned Anglican persuasion,
you getting the drift, we can go down the line of all those poets,
and they would all profess to crimes unimaginable, but the irony is,
they are all on the curriculum, somewhere in the english speaking world,
byron and wordsworth have it off with half and whole sisters, poets
like bonobos male, have a liking for sex, one way, two ways or a trois de
menace, so you see Derek, placed in the identification parade, you would pass
for a vestal nun in comparison, however, wall cocked, in the terra cotta of the porcelained morality on the mantlepiece, the fragility of outrage and susspicion, is enough to garner the posy of opposition, so flower,you smell like poison ivy to them, just one sniff of harrassment, meant you will in stocks face the apples and oranges of criticism from posthumanist angels, gendered to executeyour career in its late budding, snipping off your poetic prowess in the belief that those hands would terra incognita seekin hours of academia, when those hitherto common urges have like many things already been domesticated by delphicprophecies precscribed by getting past it, old codgerdom,so me man, you missed the boat, your hopes are wreckedby the misumderstanding of a poet, so they abuse a name.
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