Depressed are my poets
because they lack the marketable skills
of my singer-songwriter friends
who, though they are still poets, at least
can play in a band or be staff writer
at some boring record label.
You know the place, where
good art goes to die.
It’s stripped and beaten,
forced into some man’s pocket book,
which consequently gets shoved
into the pocket of his sports coat.
But even the poet doesn’t get
such awful treatment. No, the poet
puts out a few lines to be read by who?
No one. That’s who. Just a few other
lonely writers on a forum - that’s who’s
interested in poetry these days.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Depressed are my poets
because they lack the marketable skills
of my singer-songwriter friends
who, though they are still poets, at least
can play in a band or be staff writer
at some boring record label.
You know the place, where
good art goes to die.
It’s stripped and beaten,
forced into some man’s pocket book,
which consequently gets shoved
into the pocket of his sports coat.
But even the poet doesn’t get
such awful treatment. No, the poet
puts out a few lines to be read by who?
No one. That’s who. Just a few other
lonely writers on a forum - that’s who’s
interested in poetry these days.
