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This is one of those serious poems And yet it has nothing new to say But the poet needs to keep himself busy And writing seems to be the easiest way The poet rises up on his soapbox Because he works better from an elevated height He screams about organized religion, politics And stripping away of our basic human rights Like a magician with a classic misdirection The poet wraps his moralizing in purple prose He hits you over the head with one simple point That he’s forgotten more than you’ll ever know Around the time of the nineteenth obscure reference The reader is in awe of his far-reaching knowledge Then the poet overuses polysyllabic words Just to prove he went to a good college And the poet keeps filling up the notebooks Even though he should have stopped long ago But the publisher agreed to pay by the word So unfortunately, there’s four more stanzas to go Quickly, the release date approaches There’s one printing, then two, then three And the poem becomes a hit in coffee shops Recited by grad students in between bites of biscotti His face now graces the cover of every magazine In an explosion of exuberant media admiration Dozens of talk show appearances are scheduled For the newly crowned “voice of our generation” The publisher decorates the dust jacket with blurbs Complimenting the book’s “dangerously original rhymes” But it’s nothing more than passing hyperbole Gathered from a glowing review in The New York Times Now thousands grasp the paperback edition And eagerly await the feature film adaptation Meanwhile, the poet hunches over his typewriter And commits more sententious literary ************

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Jan 8, 2012

Jan 8, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC

brandon-halsey

This Is One Of Those Serious Poems

This is one of those serious poems And yet it has nothing new to say But the poet needs to keep himself busy And writing seems to be the easiest way The poet rises up on his soapbox Because he works better from an elevated height He screams about organized religion, politics And stripping away of our basic human rights Like a magician with a classic misdirection The poet wraps his moralizing in purple prose He hits you over the head with one simple point That he’s forgotten more than you’ll ever know Around the time of the nineteenth obscure reference The reader is in awe of his far-reaching knowledge Then the poet overuses polysyllabic words Just to prove he went to a good college And the poet keeps filling up the notebooks Even though he should have stopped long ago But the publisher agreed to pay by the word So unfortunately, there’s four more stanzas to go Quickly, the release date approaches There’s one printing, then two, then three And the poem becomes a hit in coffee shops Recited by grad students in between bites of biscotti His face now graces the cover of every magazine In an explosion of exuberant media admiration Dozens of talk show appearances are scheduled For the newly crowned “voice of our generation” The publisher decorates the dust jacket with blurbs Complimenting the book’s “dangerously original rhymes” But it’s nothing more than passing hyperbole Gathered from a glowing review in The New York Times Now thousands grasp the paperback edition And eagerly await the feature film adaptation Meanwhile, the poet hunches over his typewriter And commits more sententious literary ************