The Age of Imagery

It's hard to know what's real within 
The age of imagery and tricks; 
We burn ourselves with fantasies 
Until there's nothing left but sticks 
And rotting lumber. Smell it now: 
The blight so deep there's naught can fix, 
While those who've held our time are off 
To other victims, other 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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