Contrary says,
stop
making poems.
Try, says Contrary,
making dog food
instead.
Dogs will show you if
they love your work,
unlike your poet friends.
Unlike poets, dogs don’t make what they need
to live. They’ll
appreciate you more
than poets will.
You will like making dog food
more than making poems
because of dog’s love.
Poets get jealous,
don’t eat your work up
even if you leave it out for them.
Even if they’re hungry.
Fuck all poets, says Contrary.
Fuck them. Fuck them
more than dogs. Poets
won’t fuck you either
except figuratively.
That’s all poets
know how to do, useless
people. Make dog food
instead.
Find your audience.
Dog food,
incidentally,
smells better too.

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