We clamor for the answers On why Poetry always takes a back-step to everything else We've lost all the components of the belt It's still beautiful and heartfelt But it fails to implement welts Inside the barriers That refuse to be our carriers For any more to be in public print You better have the green eqivalent To enter this contest That you might not even win No wonder why we're so vulnerable to throwing our work into the trash bin Why should I lose money I worked so hard for To be circulated in the financial parkour? I'm not trashing them No disrespect But after a hefty inspect I think we can do better I'm so used to rejection letters I'm just not opulent or sophisticated enough I don't have a yacht like Billy Collins to splurge about I write purely what gives me an urge about Don't care for the money and the clout It won't make me pout I can tell you what Poetry is about No need for the textbook explanation That's not your destination It's about who you are How you feel How these thoughts reel What happened in your tri-optics And how we can solve it The world has churned out a campaign to ignore and omit it And they're almost successful Almost is as useful as a horseshoe against hand grenades Let me drink my Lemonade Writing line after line I know I'm not Elitist enough The edges of these words are kind of rough Or as the Poetry Foundation says vague Then explain why these poems almost always become trending? I guess I'll buy my seventy-nine cent pen and express myself Sit down and be laughed at the ones with their prestigious titles Looked at as another wannabe Even though I have the spirit like Ken Wantanabe I guess what will be, will be I'm just another bee in the Harvest Trying to be Independent Another lost soul in the forest I take pride in my work but I'm considered the poorest By the highest of the contempoaries With their personal Secretaries Thank you for your submission But it puts you into the Obiutary That they'll forget about
I'll make my own way Starting today Or was it many years ago? It's hard to truly decipher.
That Billy Collins quote about buying a seventy-nine cent pen and express yourself has always ****** me off. This is why we haven't gained any serious traction amongst the decades.