women
to put on the cover of my next
poetry collection.
the other books
aren't selling
worth beans.
the gloomy dark covers
aren't doing the trick.
i need some hot
babe on the front.
some sexy vixen with
glasses
on the tip of her nose,
and stretched out
on a chair reading
robert frost or shakespeare.
preferably
in her underwear,
or silky gown.
long legs
and pouty lips.
bonde brunette or redhead,
makes no difference.
i get it now. sex sells.
not poetry.
no one reads poetry
anymore but the people
that write it
or people on their death
bed.
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