A Poet Never Knows It
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're grown
they'll leave you alone
it's such a terrible crime
you're next to nothing
till you die, till you die
some men never make it
some men make it to the top
still a poet never knows it
no, not until he drops
you can hang in there, mama
write your soothing songs
rock-n-roll to your music
till the music's gone
when it's all over
then you're on, then you're on
phoebe, write your poetry
and then when you're gone
they'll acknowledge you
they always do
it's still a shame just the same
honey, they just never do
acknowledge you
till you die, till you die
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