Contempt For The Contemporary Poem by Bull Hawking

Contempt For The Contemporary

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Contempt for contemporary
As if it were Tipperary
In a war sung long ago
Belatedness a bitch
Dissolution her little dogs
Art is not progressive
Humans are not too
Find a new word
Name a thing
Die it disappears
The masters left a mark
And we have found it
In ourselves

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