Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?

Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.

Okay, so maybe sometimes the real world is smiles and miracles.

Did you find yourself?" "What?" said my sister. "Did you find yourself?" "She found me," I said.

...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't fine you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here.

OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything.

A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!' 'The red plague rid you!' 'Toads, beetles, bats, light on you!' 'As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you.' 'Strange stuff' 'Thou jesting monkey thou' 'Apes with foreheads villainous low' 'Pied ninny' 'Blind mole...' -The Caliban Curses