FOUR-LETTER WORLD
Arrest that poet! Strip from him
hideous visions, galled nightmares,
strange imagery, stinking words.
His poems have roused me to anger -
renewed longings for laughter
lost among leaves in forgotten places -
for scent of flowers
where now no flowers grow.
He leaves much to be desired
in his description of worlds
and their people - My world?
let him know, in spite of his four-letter
world, innocence still lives - though guilt
has blackened universes.
Sentence him to write lines,
thousands upon thousands -
"Love is a four-letter word, too."
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