THE BEST

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Honor the best.

The best saves us all.

It appalls you to experience it?

Let it hypnotize you and appall.

Let it murder your pride, individual.

The best saves us all.

I was forced to admit she was beautiful,

Breasts, hips, large; oh! waist small;

A face unparalleled; I cannot turn away,

Ashamed to know a sight wins my heart,

A truth unable to admit, and only in a poem, say.

We only live because of the best.

It kills the pride in all the rest,

Making them run to the banal,

Which has its place, like the beautiful.

The king of kings made me see

I’m not that great. And now I’m free.

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1 Comment

  1. noochinator said,

    May 10, 2017 at 1:05 pm

    Speaking of distinguishing between the best and not-so-best:

    https://scarriet.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/why-poetry-sucks-now/#comment-46378


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