his poem tried to fuck mines
hard/aggressive/vulgar/verbs
demanding to penetrate
my stanzas
grabbing all over nouns
until my verses screamed out in agony

while throwing adjectives at his broken Dick-tion

my poem isn’t interested in
catching one of these
WTD’s
[written transmitted diseases]
dispassionately spewed through this dirty form of
poemography…

& he can keep that pen tightly wrapped
up under its cap
& away from my prose
cause my poem only responds to those who possess that
poetically gifted pen-Soul
which can seduce minds
with deep strokes of
sensual metaphoric creations

so please put away that cheap
poemography
because my lyrics can only vibe to that real thing
called poetry…