Cross your legs and hope to die

I will read an eight-hundred and ninety-six page book
about tedium if it will relieve me of tedium—
why not starve the catalyst? Tedium, on tedium, in tedium:
such was the misery of novel-reading ladies
in other tedious centuries, in other systems
where the victors alas grew bored of themselves
and donned the guise of persecuted mystics
servicing the world as they locked their legs
behind their heads and spewed forth this monster
we call, with brows upturned, worthwhile literature.

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~ by Jeremy on June 29, 2013.

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