The First Thing to Make Me Smile All Day

If you continue to cut checks to have your poems treated like a little show dog up on a pedestal, to have the anus fur of your poems examined for dingleberries, to be tested for obedience, etc., than you are a sucker, a clown, and an asshole. And you can take that to the bank, you dentists in poets' clothing. You simpering, obsequious chihuahuas.