Mr. Poetry Man Responds
Time of year
for hate mail.
Poets declare
from rule
I never had,
my sphere
of influence
in storm drain
years ago.
They shoot
from afar,
Don't own me
Mr. Poetry Man
with your
bad job,
unpaid hobby,
non-readers
and home you
can't afford!
Why don't you ever
write your enemies?
They're all
so thrilled
to no longer
be poets.
What pud's pull
do I have
over writers
who don't write,
kingdom of
the deaf,
ears checked
at door.
Go on, I write,
go and be free.
At least
someone is.
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