Have you ever heard of poets
Being superstars
Riding round in limos
Groupies by the score

All the ones I know are famous
Have been decades in the grave
Maybe that's why I have a hard time
Even giving my poems away

Why I can rhyme with the best of them
What have they got on me
I also want all the fans I can
Throwing themselves at my feet

I hear that Edgar Allen Poe
Had a goth ******* the side
And romantic William Shakespeare
Had women chase him all his life

And even that meanie Bukowski
Still has those drooling over every word he has to say
And little ole me out here in the weeds
Can't even get the time of day

Let alone get a single one
To even look at me
It's a lonely life when all you do is write
It all out in poetry

Perhaps a lasting catchphrase
Where they'll all remember me
"To me to be or not to be only through death will I succeed"
When it comes to poetry...