First Amendment
The poet only wrote odes to the sensation of excrement
violently pushing through his colorectal exit
some three thousand works over the course of several years
twice or thrice daily with vivid metaphors and similes
some lasting dozens of stanzas in creative formats
with blasphemous biblical symbolism
and unexpected references to canonical literary classics
and he self-published his work in a towering tome
covered with a vulgar print of goatse in pop pulp comics style
he printed himself at great cost
delivered to his home in bulk on a pallet every month
and he snuck in copies at bookstores to leave on every genre's shelf
and planted copies in as many thrift stores
and school libraries as was geographically practical
until infamous
and eventually legislatively censored
convincingly quite unconstitutionally
by his city then his state then the country
in vehement trials of unredeeming indecency on all sides
and
well…
he could have branched out a bit.
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