The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Ode to the man who said he hated that I mentioned that I was a poet

Oh fool that you are
I here that you are no star
It was obscene to meet your form
And the fact is you will never be warm
I came from the same people that were
Murdered in 6 million
And you come from a nation that did the crime

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