Welcome to & #39;Implications Isn& #39;t Vaguery& #39; where I throw some basic-as-fuck observations about writing because what else is there to be done in quarantine?

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this gon be a thread

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my finger with the pencil to give it the legit artisanal vibe.

I& #39;d not have done this but my ever-increasing, cramping fear for the pollution caused by IGpoems has gotten to me finally. I& #39;ve been told that the passage of time lets only good work pass through it and get immortalised, but maybe I need to act as a door knob for a while here?

I& #39;ve chosen this "piece" for today. Who wrote it is immaterial as you can see that is basic as fuck. And yes, you& #39;ll hear the aforementioned phrase a million times in this thread as I continue to update it.

#poetry?

The sad state of "poetry" everywhere, especially in Instagram, is this complete stooping to the point where all matters is a simple visual/vocal repetition ("will tell you, will tell you", I wonder how long did it take her to crack that cookie) merged with the banalest contrasts.

Of course, the poem tries to take a stab at the classic "don& #39;t throw pearls before pigs" proverb, but fails poorly.