ARS POETICA III (THE LAST PART) 😃

This is gonna be long, sorry.
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The advisability of the art of poetry
Ought be stretched past our usual flattery
For the facts that surround this time thus,
A lot of things be affecting us plus
Unlike Horace's; am doing these writs you know
The world be to exit her ephemeral show.
Ahem, let on any writer go gradgrind!
Let 'em cut the dear devil dire hind
A forciferous fella that sells her charm
All for cute coins and some pretty palm
One breast that do do drazel
Need a cold pat from poetry own hell
Use the wit they would comprehend so
Hide hiding wit with a worthless pious brow
When the evil is addressed well with art
Starved be the plunderer and crapulous cat
Lo critics could come so!
And start to shake scalps NO:
How on earth would writers write one word ''puzz''
And some ''agile tool'' wend in by a biggy buzz
And escort 'em scot-free without one slap
With one whitish warn against such shitty rap?
That it would spoil the whole wide world anew
The world which is all ready red - wild - old adieu
The little ones would read and run
While the aged would watch and burn.
Even such premises can not only surfer on Osun river
Too, too sacred to see the following festival
These tiny ones called the quieter kids
Art, a mirror of life knows they bear beads
Trousers took 'em bare
In one hand be Nail Ale beer
Ones for its emacity till damn drunk
To fuck on in their pointed punk
Now you would say that sounds obscene Molly
Well wait welcome to diss 21st Century
Where witches would fly as an helicopter
Euphemism sucks, summed whirlbird of mister Potter
Where we have protected slut so sluggish
Or of easy virtue is all rubbish.
The body-polity is poisoning
So art need to knit something
As they mount the scaffold again
With the truth to cause people pain
Shall writers' blunt writs roast 'em well
Open their shut spots seeming so hell
For the millionaires and the minions to see
And pine no more but to act and flee
Catching tall trees avoiding their petty pleas
Dare not dine with wonderful killer fleas.
So this is how we nail 'em, we preach
There are these sarcastical figures of speech
The wonders the metaphor being can weave
The comparing efforts with as and like bros is as if
The whole images are all here
And imagery can not only be fair
He can come too with to confuse the constitution
Since it is all in discrete none would hurt that dad
More so the Lord God is your very shepherd
I shall want you to vote for me
You return the other force well hailed, irony
And on and on like calling the gun a piercing stick
That do shite deepening into dirt even the sick.
Although there is limit to this treading
A sped past the freedom zone calls in for toxic torturing
Do not count a chimpanzea's cuts during his court
A touch on tortoise's tail draws some cut
No true names should be given
If it is not for history rating
There is why nature's call called to create
Mould worlds outside world in worlds, some fate
Should there be schadenfruedes show after
It is a sign there is no need for new sign offer
These are the tins e need to melt tougher together to steels.
This is the art the earth nay be feels
Where things be what they are called
Not that we sin and it is fun is for bawled
Leniency is by far make sense we charge
Of cause the sky - Caribbean blue is to recharge
To detox us off life ceaseless stress we bourne
From when we were born, till death and burrowed in dirt to the bone
No need to disown these judges
Out for jargogle were designed your badges
The foundation was strong enough in conglomeration of ideas
Default sequels considerations weighings to the ears
In this deed we did do what they did we are still doing undone
Now that pieces be the ideas gone
Each with different and madness
The poof of self muse to make survive this
For curse had began with the world from the first on
More have come up that told the past done
Much more still now
And lots more to come how!
A religious road fetches view bench
What mine mourns the other gives a curtly kench
One has it that amid a coo a cat a cat is cuter
Another has it in a strict stricture a coo coo-coo a cat a monster
That which is raised from this tight angle
Shall but respect its founder humble
Another may ask the same out since he would not show
So shy or not there so should be looked below
Then from this seat is to hide words
And some questions hold to be fear on His boards
Lest the bond is bunt
And the last abode is brought to naught
While the other who knows what fate?
Few dirts got gummed good and became what we call body
Some lie down there still cursed ever - till eternity
That that would not haunt yew would not hurt you
That darkly art could only give a good morny dew
That which opened is having its all going glee
Saying nothing said is free is said fully free.

© Jodekss

If you need to have an idea of the previous parts, Ars Poetica I & II you should do so. In case there is any questions, please ask. The lines were written 4 years back though, but I still know what I meant by each.