It stands as an amusing testament to the fact that before embarking on this quest I knew so little about the Ghazal that I knew her only as "Ghazal, Is This Love Fucking Right?"
I've now learned and egregiously terrible word construction has ensued. I apologize in advance to any readers whose taste has been offended. Thanks to JK-K for cluing me in to a weird and infuriating poem form that opened my door wide open for piles of wordcrap. I'd love to read a ghazal by someone who knows how to write one, and i'd love to hear any hate or "feedback" (preferably in hate form). Without further adieu:
Kurt Vonnegut's Children
We live in the age of computer code
Where we make our own rules. Yes, So it goes.
You would have thought a name like Kilgore Trout
Would have been laughed out of town. So it goes.
It's strange, but I know a girl named Ghazal
She don't like poems, or her name. So it goes.
When I string words into "thoughts," I wonder
If I'll become a "writer." So it goes.
Just last week I remembered that ev'ry-
thing I write is Vonnegut. So it goes.
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