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To the guy who tweeted, Stop calling crap that ain't poems poems

The Stinging Fly (IRE) Issue 36, Volume 2, Summer
2017

… It didn’t even want to be a poem.

 

All it was was a topless jug

tied to the rudder of a sailboat

that could still make it to the other side

if the wind was good enough,

but only if one person steered

and the other just kept on bailing.

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