The Day I Realized I Had Turned Into Billy CollinsA Poem by John Sullivanas I picked
at my orange chicken
and remembered Billy Collins
lamenting
his old man
at the Chinese restaurant
so appropriately reading Blindness
I realized
that
North America’s worst f*****g poet
and
I
had yet another thing in common
ah f**k © 2025 John SullivanReviews
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