Hymn to Prose: An Ode

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Hymn to Prose

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Prose is square,
I said it—so there.
Publish your novel,
Let pundits grovel,
See if I care.

Prose is cruel,
Like alley cat’s stool.
It promises much,
Like a hooker’s touch,
But blunts the tool.

Prose is base,
Like an unshaved face
You see in the crowd,
That mutters out loud
Thoughts witho…