Caveat: Poem #536

The emperor doesn't care that he's naked.
He's like, check this shit out, man, and fuck you all.

This "poem" is at great variance from my typical approach for making a poem. But it appeared spontaneously in my blotter – my ongoing note-taking document where my poems typically appear. And I decided to just go ahead and include it. I still consider it poetry, though of a different register.

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