The Eternal Argument

[heslopian]

Is there really fighting between factions? Do militant free versers throw petrol bombs through the windows of rhyming poetry circles, reducing them to a mist of viscera and Frost, while rhymers sneak up on free versers and shank them with fountain pens? Just kidding, I know what you mean. Really I see it as an extension of how in childhood you try allying yourself to one movement, band or whatever to give yourself an identity. Like when I decided that I'd only listen to Joy Division and X-Ray Spex while reading "hardcore" 90s novels Some people never grow up. Thank you for the read, Leanne, like all your "for fun" poems it was sarkily funny