To the poems I hate

when i create a poem
the kind i fancy not
i keep them in the ‘rewrite can’.
i do not destroy the thought
neither do i hate the thinker.
after a while, i open the can
and pick out the survivors
those who endured the abandonment
of the many in the bin
new sets of offspring are born.

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