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The Worst
i found it skulking
in a pile of broken poems
it glared at me accusingly
as if demanding that i read it
the more i read
the worse it got
i knew what I had to do
i had to edit
i had to edit the hell out of it
maybe with a sledgehammer
or an axe
relentlessly I persevered
chiseling out any trace
of punctuation and commonsense
the words were dying of exhaustion
by the time I got done with it
now i thought
now at last it is not the worst i ever wrote
but much more like
the second worst
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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