It seems the only people who read it
are the people who write it.
And the people who write it
don't buy it, they're trying to sell it.
Poetry is like a theater,
a theater with a long, stalled line to enter—
but the line is at the back door,
no one is at the front door.
No tickets are sold; seats remain empty.
The performers are all very hungry.
Still, the line grows longer and longer.
The show goes on...
Of course, I'm only a street performer:
agony's part of the act.
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