Coca cola and starbucks, haaa they're the elixirs of life
Don't let them dilute that fine oil that binds you all
Don't let any member knock on group therapy's door
Or make a villan of those who guard your authenticity with their metaphors
As some will resent the implications
sent like rusty nails into fossilized styles and rhyme patterns
The rules of Mike shamed some of you through
Popularity Nick and his poetry stew
I hope you all write to separate yourself from the world
Because your words turn the earth, inflate George collet's mirth
and scare poets like Goddard into writing Stephen King's curse
Nestled together golden oil on you all
The poet's eye was always pickled and fickle
Now it's just a pious housecat and I
and we both have an appetite
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