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We poets don’t eat foodand we don't drink your boring liquids.
None of your pudding.
Goodbye pastry.
I don’t want your damn potato!
Give me a lily or
a sweet red rose for
we poets drink nectar.
We fill our mouths with
the sweet liquid gold,
before writing miscellaneous
ramblings about boring things
yet somehow putting meaning
into the most mundane affairs.
The nectar, it gives us powers.
Power to see beyond
the plastic coating of cabbages.
Rather, look upon the world
as if covered by fairy lights.
You dare ask me if I want some tea?
Well, I’m a British poet!
…maybe just a sip.








