Les Belladones sans Merci
What ails you, Keyboard Warrior,
alone & typing in your room?
No nightshades blossom on my screen
to face our doom…
What ails you, Keyboard Warrior,
with swollen eyes & bearing rough?
That tawny succor in your mug
won’t be enough…
SLHARPERPOETRY 
i was on the receiving end of a keyboard warriors abuse recently & have been writing an essay/article on them. 3 of them somehow managed to think i hated mentally ill people, which was of course more in their imagination than from anything i had directly said on the subject. Craziest people. So this is quite the coincidence.
Good driving English Verse. You deliver the form perfectly. i wouldn’t be aiming at stuff this high brow during the 30/30, good work.
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Thanks, Daniel. I’ve shamelessly exploited Keats twice this month so far… I probably wouldn’t be relying on parodies so heavily if I weren’t under so much pressure!
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A little atropine cocktail could be quite nice, to the right person…
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My thoughts, exactly.
Who knows? He might be about to earn himself some special ice cream in Saudi Arabia…
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Maybe THREE scoops!
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My friend Stephanie Harper has been hammering out daily poems for this month’s Tupelo Press 30-30 Challenge, in an effort to raise funds for one of the country’s best literary presses. Please show your support by reading her efforts and/or donating to the cause, if at all possible. Stephanie’s offering some fun incentives!
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