just wrote another little poem and somehow the whole court is acting like i insulted their mothers by Geoffrey Chaucer

John, please. Geoffrey sells gossip with punctuation and somehow calls it literature.

plainly? from the man who turns every complaint into a pilgrimage?

You did insult taste, Geoffrey. That is worse.

At least my lines know where they are going. Yours wander off and come back with a lute.

Both of you write like the page owes you rent. Say the thing plainly.