Friday, April 02, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Two, Poem Two

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,

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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