You poets are proud.
what? me? i’m the nicest, demurest sort.
see my i is not capitalized, ego non-existent.
You whine all the time.
Read, read, poetry is a dying art,
Can’t you see the pyramids for the pastry?
Genius is in the broken line?(spoken in a whining voice)
Keep up with the times,
Goddamit! You suck!
hold your breath there,
poetry is no more epic
elegies are dead
sonnets are sometimes
lyrics are song
forms are for fans,
Pointing fingers again!
Have you ever seen an artist
or a rockstar say Save the Canvas,
Save the Record industry? Get real,
Who is your latest poet’s name on my lips?
(puts his hand on his ears as though listening to my broken face)