How do I know if I'm a good poet if I'm not dead?
So please, can you... eh... kill me softly. Or suddenly without me not knowing!
Then send me a letter fifty years later.
I'll read it in the afterlife so don't misspell or I'll come back to haunt ya.
Or worse... take you with me haha.
Then we can both decide who were the great poets.
Like a final jury. In our judicial uniform of thought.
Because you and I know things are never what they're like.
The good poets are never good. And the bad poets are never bad.
After they die.
And I'll still be correcting my poems...
© GdJ
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