“On the Inevitable Decline...” : The New Yorker
Title: On The Inevitable Decline Into Mediocrity of the Popular Musician Who Attains a Comfortable Middle Age
Poem: O Sting, where is thy death?
Remember that your poetry is not good enough for the New Yorker. Also, this is so Overt I can hardly stand it.
1 comment:
overt and dumb.
britt bergman
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