Pretentious poetry

i wrap myself up in bad words
like a clapped-out poet
who relies on twisting language and turning metaphors
into nonsense that winds
round and round worn old cobblestones
so that one man says
“that’s deep”
and one woman says
“that’s quaint”
but no-one says
“I understand this”

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