Please do not ask me
such silly questions.
I do not have a favorite poem.
They all came from me
and I love all my works equally
except that one.
That one’s a piece of shit.

That one is doggerel.
That one is stupid.
That one has no real rhythm
but it thinks it does.
It thinks it’s clever
that poem
but it isn’t.
Far from it;
it’s retarded.
I’m ashamed to say it
about something that came out of me
but it’s just wacked out jackoff,
parading as philosophy.
Rhyming philosophy
with a high concept.
Fuck that poem!

I try not to play favorites
as I said
and I believe I’ve succeeded
in treating none of my works
as better than the rest
but that poem,
the one in question,
that is just head and shoulders above
in being bad.
It’s the worst.