No Guts No Story
Burning breakfast bun
See how my creation’s spun
No clip in my gun
Punches in the gut
Crazy ramblings from the nut
Obscure subtle cut
A simple song sung
Reader’s noses often stung
Drippings of my tongue
Write out of the rut
Poetic lunatic’s strut
Burning bamboo hut
Tradition undone
Words simplistically spun
Now my rhyme is done
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