This must be one of those “old school” vs. “new school” poetry feuds, kind of like the Romantics vs. the Classicists back in the 18th Century. I heard Coleridge never went anywhere without his Glock.
I've heard the Asian literary gangs are moving in. Could be a Haiku hitman.
“I heard Coleridge never went anywhere without his Glock.”
and an albatross on his neck for bling!
Another poet joins the Dead Poet’s Society.