A Thousand Shite Poems

A Thousand Shite Poems If I wrote a thousand poems brutally discarded the half of them what was left I read once more before I did the same again There being left with just two-fifty repeating that process with regularity down and down they'd rightly fall by this point I keep just twenty Half and half again ten and five etcetera unconcerned with even fractions eureka I've finally got there Now just one, simple words not sophisticated clever polished my filter-ation of liter-ation please read admire acknowledge