Philip Roth Retires

Philip Roth retires
And all I can think about is
Raw liver
And the false Anne Frank.
Writers don't retire
They die
Expire
Lose their powers
Fall into senility
Kill themselves to end
Private pain.
But Roth retires
WTF
We scratch our heads
Furious
Denied another glimpse into
Nobel's shame
Yet forced
Delighted
To finally be allowed to study him in
Totality.
We consider our own retirement
Wish it might be so complete.
Damn him
Unless he has a secret cancer
Because our future discoveries are drowning in his head.

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