On a poet!

Since the name of this blog seems to require it, here's the latest from the great dead club-footed, pet bear having, English Romantic poet, George Gordon:

Bob Southey! You 're a poet- Poet-laureate,
Although 't is true that you turn'd out a Tory at
Last,- yours has lately been a common case;
And now, my Epic Renegade! what are ye at?
With all the Lakers, in and out of place?

--Lord Byron




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Maybe he can suck my dick and have his brains blown out by force of my integrity, as illustrated by the propulsive quality of my good godly love seed.

Spoken by noted critic Eliot Weinberger about the poet laureate of minimal drug poems.