Poetry is like music, in that I hate 95 percent of it.
But what if I told you not all poetry had to be about sipping dandelion wine in Elysium? Some poems eschew higher emotion to kick your ass up one stanza and down the other. Prepare yourself for the most cold-blooded poems you will read in April's National Poetry Month.
Also, I will be drunk for what follows, which is an important part of English studies. I say this as a fact: I was straight edge for most of college, and my grades suffered terribly for it.
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