There are so many bad poets out there. When I hear or read a poem that rhymes in a consistent way, I sigh and shake my head. For some reason, this really bothers me, too.
I’m not willing to engage with the bad poet in any way, though. It’s not my business if they are a bad poet. I read “it’s ok not to have an opinion” in this in a stoic handbook the other day, and I it has been on my mind a lot.
Things We Forget 
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