An empty room, sterile, bare,
concrete floor, a lumpy cot,
bare bulb, a table, chamber pot--
Bad poets, you may wind up there!
The single window has iron bars;
no mail from home, no visitors,
just a Big Chief tablet, anthology,
Roget's Thesaurus, and the OED.
The only way to be set free
is writing better poetry.
CT
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