Poem.
Self-expression died today
It got shot in the heart
A man came up with his gun
And said poetry is not an art
He pulled the trigger right on back
And then played out its part
He must have been one who
Tried and failed for he knew not where to start
You cannot kill a poet
For immortalised is he
Who wears his heart upon his sleeve
For all eternity
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