| After a month of someone I went to University with talking about how they were a published poet, I took it upon myself to enter
a poem to the same "publisher" (The National Library Of Poetry). The NTLOP is nothing but a huge scam. They publish you and instead of getting paid, you pay them $55 to get
your poem published. But it doesnt end there. They keep sending you letters, trying to get you to pay for your poem on CD, or for you to attend the National Amateur Poetry Contest.
Anyways, here is the poem I wrote about a dear friend (Fancy Pants). Obviously it is meant to be a piece of shit... Salt of my Sea Ran With Me and called me a fancy Pants Salt in my Soup through me for a loop before it called me fancy pants What makes a fancy pants? is it the thread? Of being a jerk? without a soul, incomplete, or whole? |
Less than a month later....  |
Then 2 weeks later... |
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