[Mark McDonnell]

This poet whose luck was once sparse
and grasp of the ‘po-biz’ a farce,
when published and praised
quickly went from amazed
to acting the arrogant arse.

Hey folks. I look at this thread, and at the recent Rupi Kaur one, and I see that I’ve made more contributions to them than anyone else. And those contributions tell me that, when it comes to sounding off about what is and isn’t worthy poetry, I’ve become a bit of an opinionated dick. The ‘me’ of 18 months ago would ask the ‘me’ of today who the hell he thinks he is. And the irony is I’m finding it harder and harder to write.

I’m going to unplug and reassess for a little while.

Cheers x

Edit: My little limerick refers to me and nobody else btw. To be clear...