Asking a poet
why they write
and why X has to be X
is like asking
a painter
or a surgeon
why they get up in the morning
or why a man with moderate wealth,
decent health,
and beautiful wife
continues breathing.
I'll let it slide
just this once;
but if you ever once more
ask me that
I will make sure that
no more
imbecility
can ever come out of your mouth again
to plague my sense of peace.
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