If Bob Dylan is a poet? No. No. And I will tell you why. Poetry is boring. Weak. For weaklings. Sick people, I am mean, mentally. Ill. I am not depressed. I am funny! Pop music, that’s funny. Like me. I am funny! Not boring, like, poetry. Do you know any poets? I do. They suck. I tell you, suck. And they are weak. They are weak. Really weak. Also, they are stupid. I mean really, really stupid. And boring. Poets are boring. We should ban poets. And poetry. Why? I tell you why: Its boring! Not Bob Dylan. I understand him, his music. He is not a poet. Because he is great. It’s great, I tell you, great. I am great. Not like crooked poets. Muslim. There is a muslim. Dangerous. Very, very dangerous. Adonis. Muslim. He is with ISIL. I think. Yeah, he is. ISIL. I will stop them. Him. The muslim. Poet. And the women. Women! Poets. I mean, ugly. So… You know, not like women. Like men. All hairy. Ugly. They… down there… you know. Nobody, I mean. Never! Ugly communists. Most of them. Red. Very dangerous. Manhaters also. And communists. Poets are communists. Ko Un, he’s korean. North korean. I think. Yeah, North korean. Communist. Nuclear. The text he writes, they are really, really dangerous. And weak. Yeah, weak. And also sick. Mostly sick. He’s korean. Very yellow fellow. That was a joke, right, joke, funny. I am funny. Poetry is not. Poets should be sent to jail. I will send them all to jail. They… On the streets. On the streets! I saw one once. On the street. He was like… you know. On the street! Dressed like a homeless person. Weak, very, very weak. A homeless poet. Drank wine. Red wine. Cheap, really, really cheap. I wanted to punch him in the face. You should, you know… I mean you could… with the poets. You know, with the poets. Because they are weak. And boring. Poetry. It is boring. Not like me, I am funny, very funny, everybody that knows me think I am funny, a funny guy. I am funny guy. Not like poets. They are boring. Boring and sick, homeless people. Dangerous. I will send them to jail. They make books, many, many books. Boring and sick. Books. The poets. Poetry, in books. I will tell you this. Books are weak. Very, very, weak. For weak people. Not like music. Music, I know music. It’s fun. I am fun. Poetry, I will ban it. Ban it. The books, they write many, many books. Dangerous. Very dangerous. I will burn them, burn them, the books. Burn them. That’s what I will do, I tell you. Burn the books. Send them to jail. The poets. The weak, homeless. And depressed. Very, very ill. Mentally. To the jail. All of them. Burn the books. To jail. The poets. I tell you.
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