(The poet needs a break.)


What a fool
What a boob
What an idiot
What a rube

Not a whit
Of wit to give
Heart’s a dry sponge
Head’s a sieve

Why insist?
Why persist?
Maybe I
Should get the point

You’d think by sixty
Years I’d know it —
Nobody really
Wants a poet

2 thoughts on “Me

  1. Tis reminds me of the movie about a class simulating the end of the world, where there was a pod big enough for 20 people to survive a year in it. Each student had an identity – farmer, doctor, engineer, etc. – and after they introduced themselves the class discussed which 20 people would be best suited to survive and restart civilization. When a young man stood up and said, “I’m a poet …” he was immediately shot.

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