Been thinking about something. Mama submitted one of my poems, Tears on a Pillow in the Darkness, to some poetry web site. The poem was rejected for “inappropriate language.” Nothing better illustrates why I hate the mainstream mentality. Let's rub off all the rough edges so that no yuppie soccer mom's delicate sensibilities are upset. Mainstream America doesn't want to have to think. What it wants is “poetry” more suited to a Hallmark greeting card. That's about as deep as most Americans are willing to go.