PREFACE

Preface blah to those poets in their maturity the best work they did was in their juvenility in their puberty
full of semen seeping fromst perpetual hardons where their songs were of fecund fertility oozing fromsts their virility blah to those old old men with shriveled balls and dried up libidos singing those songs of their maturity stale banal full of sophistications boredoms that they should have died young to leave us with their poems of vibrancy sexuality oozing fromst each syllable oh those old old men gate keepers of the genre blocking out those that show their poems be naught but sterility ast sayeth the sage “genius without genitals is not genius”