Welcome to 'Implications Isn't Vaguery' 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'd not have done this but my ever-increasing, cramping fear for the pollution caused by IGpoems has gotten to me finally. I'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've chosen this "piece" for today. Who wrote it is immaterial as you can see that is basic as fuck. And yes, you'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't throw pearls before pigs" proverb, but fails poorly.