******* a poet
You'd think it would be easy.

Just avert your eyes, don't see me.

Let my words flounder upon pages unread,
surely that's the way to make a poet dead.

Alas I must say that's very far from true.
You see lonely poets write even more poetry
when they're feeling blue.

When they're feeling beat down, broken, torn in two,
It seems that's when their best work shines through.

So, How do you **** a poet?
I wonder why you'd want to.

But hey that's just my opinion,
if you still do.

Try a gun that usually works!