Dead Poet Society Comments

Poetry lives inside, until you release it on paper then it is stuffed, Mounted and hopefully appreciated. Taxadermy of poetry, I'll mount yours on my mantle.

funny, funny smart boy...I actually wrote this after being 'evicted' from a poetry group for being (can you believe this) too contraversial! Old Prunes keep their wrinkles so yeah, I guess it did give me diarohhea! warmly, adrienne

does that mean poetry gives you diareah?