Literature.

i don’t understand.

I get but one measly like for an absolutely hilarious story about my vasectomy. Four for a scarcely interesting  tale about my colonoscopy, NONE for a sadly deep and meaningful poem by Yeats, one of the greatest of poets, and TWELVE for a ridiculous verse of my own in imitation of Poe.

Whats wrong with people?

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Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

3 thoughts on “Literature.”

  1. We are shy! Our piffle is trivial in the light of your brilliance. Or, we don’t want our verbosity to outshine your attempts at literature.

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  2. Vasectomy. Well written as usual but lacked spark. Perhaps add in a taser.
    Colonoscopy. Happy with the results but find the procedure something I would rather not dwell on.
    Yeats? Yes, a great poet. Pity about the black cloud of depression waiting to pounce on anyone reading his work.
    Your poetry? Almost as entertaining as McGonigal.

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