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