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Ars Poetica
Ars Poética (Life’s Ingénue) I always wanted to die like a hero, but I was never helpful enough. So I switched to being a genius, but my time ticked away with the infinite scroll. I developed a talent for acting and so you casted me as your life’s ingénue. Now I’ll be remembered for my endless stream of verses about feeling unmoored. To live like a poet means to hide the insurmountable behind shades of gray, so behind every anaphora, assonance, and ballad there’s a little bit of you, the pièce de résistance. And did you know poets weren’t merely entertainers in the olden days? If I were a man in Anglo-Saxon times, I wouldn’t be your royal buffoon. Instead of being a court jester, I would be tied to the oracle. So while i dream of dying like a martyr, my biggest concern shouldn’t be to amuse. Unlikely to think that you’d suffer upon my departure, my lover, my owner, my muse. And when I run out of illusory verses and come to my senses, lover, you’re on your own…
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