How could I possibly write poetry
with a pen as despicable and low
as you? Slathered in corporate logo
and motivational words of whimsy
cloaking an infrastructure grown greedy
with a cheery, non-offensive motto.
Art will not flow from such corruption. So
begone you wretched whore, slut, harpy!
Still…do you too not deserve redemption?
Is it within me to grant noble cause
so that you may overcome those rough flaws
imprinted(forced on you) by coarse marketing visions?
I think it my duty. I think…I think…
Well son of a bitch this thing’s out of…(ink)