{"id":69864,"date":"2020-06-27T18:51:10","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:51:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69864"},"modified":"2020-06-27T18:51:10","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:51:10","slug":"the-revolt-poet-davids-ode","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-revolt-poet-davids-ode\/","title":{"rendered":"The Revolt Poet &#8211; David&#8217;s Ode."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was in the common room<br \/>\nOf the Graveston, where I first set eyes on you,<br \/>\nAnd of course, I knew<br \/>\nThat which I had to do<br \/>\nBut, in that moment, looking down at you,<br \/>\nEyes so deep brown, I could see through<br \/>\nThem, surrounding by your pinkish hue,<br \/>\nInto your soul,<br \/>\nAnd right there, I knew our union<br \/>\nWould make me whole<br \/>\nForever more.<br \/>\nMy faith in the world<br \/>\nOnly your beauty could restore.<br \/>\nAs I felt the touch of your snout, against my skin,<br \/>\nI&#8217;d swear it was the tenderest connection, that there has ever been.<\/p>\n<p>And though cynical world, would describe you, as just a pig&#8217;s decapitated head,<br \/>\nIts our liaison, and your face I think of, laying in Samantha&#8217;s bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was in the common room Of the Graveston, where I first set eyes on you, And of course, I knew That which I had to do But, in that moment, looking down at you, Eyes so deep brown, I could see through Them, surrounding&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1519,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-69864","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69864","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1519"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69864"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69864\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69927,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69864\/revisions\/69927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69864"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69864"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69864"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}