Friday, April 02, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Two, Poem Two





Mr. Poetry Man Responds

Time of year
for hate mail.

Poets declare
independence

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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