Qualification Disclaimer

Excuse me.

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I ain’t no wax-lyrical-meter defined-author-purpose kinda writer. I'm more like a dissect-cats-mate-flies-Punnet in the classroom reporter. I understand the submission rules and guidelines. But I gotta hand up. You wanna a poem about comfort from a TEACHER…POST-PANDEMIC?!

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I believe your contest is biased.

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Counter Deflected—not because I teach science. Allow me to address. I studied hard for this contest. Read every book. Completed all the homework. I counted feet. Accented rhythm. Picked apart fire side. Lead annotated.

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I even covered E.E. Cummings

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What makes a

POEM a po

Em of what

crucial elements

does

one need

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? No, seriously.

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I'm a scientist. Categorize it for me. Catalogue it. Put it in the canon. I’ll study it one thousand times over again to figure out how to win a damn poetry contest.

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get comfortable bullshit

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There is no comfort post-pandemic.

Not for teachers.

No hot-cocoa marshmallow frosty windows. Furry knotted kitten mew. Prismatic snowflake droppings. Poof.

It's more like

Active Drill/Fire Shooter (Hose-Drowning + Mouth-Foaming) = No rules for poetry

It makes zero sense. All of it.

I GOTTA HAND UP

can someone please explain what the fuck

(may i swear in a vocal contest)

17?