Josie
I must say that it fucks me off
That one of our greatest poets
Who has a prestigious award
Named after after his achievements
Has been soiled again by worthless entrants
I have looked at this years nominations
And not one is a true poet far from it
I am not interested in perverts or those who carry knives
I am not interested in diversity colour or inclusion
These are the soiled wet dreams of failures
This is an autumn letter that I write every year
My poor pen is exhausted
Joe