In Honor of Louise Glück
Roses… are vaguely orange
Violets – somewhat blue
Nobody knows how to pronounce your fucking name
Horses get made into glue.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Umlauts are stupid
Your name sounds like a fish-chicken drowning in stew.
It occurred to me yesterday,
That I am Telemachus
And also a flower.
Watching matrimony wither
The yellow bee sleeps before me in
The dead archipelagos.
I hate sex.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What the fuck kind of Nobel Prize is literature?
Didn’t even discover aliens or whatever
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What the fuck kind of name is Glück
sounds like a damn chicken
how do you rhyme that shit
ick? uck? fucking shit
You look like a gluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
You should write about a duck
Your lost ancestor
