The Poet
I read about a Chinese
PhD in lit
Who wrote a monograph on Keats.
More often than you spit
On a summer afternoon,
Hardly just a few,
He's published books of poems.
It amounts to quite a slew.
He's had seven nominations
For a Pushcart. I've had two.
So many people published!
What am I to do?
Give up altogether?
It's no good to try!
His latest publication
Is a poem just called “y”.
If I wrote such a poem
It would be a lot of words
Floating disconnected
Like flies adrift on curds!
There! I took a shot.
I'd like to read the verse.
Another man's successes
Are a poetaster's curse.
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