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Recently, I had the following conversation with a friend:

Now, I know I'm never going to win the Nobel Prize for my poetry (or at all), and I know my friend was being funny, but something about what they said stuck in my craw just a tiny little bit. I mean, the implication is that a poem entitled "venti frappuccino xerox" couldn't be a good poem, right? They're probably right, but that shouldn't stop us from trying. Here's my attempt. Feel free to send me yours.
venti frappuccino xerox
I tend to write not
poetry but what I think
poetry is which is not
poetry but just some
watered down whipped
up creamy caloric
wan froth facsimile
copy of copies
see the toner flaking
clear the next jam
and the next
jam
the German dub of Mel
Brooks’ Space Balls has someone
giving the order
to “Marmelade das Radar!”
my poetry
that joke jammed
into bad translation
Nobel Committee,
watch out!
