The dangers are legion, but I will focus on the primary ones: self-delusion, self-loathing, and mockery.
Self-Delusion: I am not actually a poet. I simply think I am. But no one else does. Granted, this is far less dangerous (for everyone) than deluding myself into thinking I am an airline pilot when I don’t even have a driver’s license. However, a poet’s wardrobe is really expensive and typically ugly. I used to think tasteful clothes were expensive. Then I learned buying garish clothing that is three sizes too small is super expensive. And ascots . . . you should see the prices for gaudy ascots (as if there is any other kind). Unconscionable!
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief and Adjunct Professor for Student Loans
I’m the only one who thinks I’m a poet. No matter. I’m the only one I wrote for anyway. The rest of you are illusory.
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