A reply to Harold Bloom from Doris Lessing

Lit
crit
Harold
lost his head.
It rolled to the curb
mouthing guttersnipe gibberish
and imploded into a black hole, sweeping up trash.

this is a long fibonacci: 1,1,2,3,5,8,13
from me to you readers of fine literature. Doris is a blessing. I salute her!