Common courtesy

[milo]

Not always, I suppose -- or at least, it's often selective honesty. I mean, your arse really does look huge in those pants but at least this time I can't see your crack, so I'm going to focus on that positive.

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I'm probably not helping...

"poets" should deal in truth. Common and courtesy are both luxuries they can't afford.

You are a poet? Take that common courtesy and ram it so far up your ass you grip entrails, drag them stretching and snapping and smear rorschach spots on your clean white studio walls. Then grab random street people and drag them in, press their faces so close they are inhaling flecks of feces and blood and demand they tell you if they see a duck or 2 fighting birds or a church on the hill then scream at them that they are wrong and toss them out without even offering bus fair or a nice freshly baked scone or even inviting them back for tea sometime.

yah.

poets.

milo