The Twitterstorm unleashed by his absurd, lustful Gatwick poem is sheer bullying. Poets must be able to expose imperfect feelings
Dear fellow-artist, why so free / With every sort of company / With every Jack and Jill? / Choose your companions from the best; / Who draws a bucket with the rest / Soon topples down the hill.
What a snooty arse that WB Yeats was, eh? The above stanza comes from his poem To a Young Beauty. Yeah, right. More like Creepy Old White Guy Pervs Over Attractive Younger Woman.
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