Only Serious Poet's Need Apply

As I strolled down Beaker Street A neon sign flashed in front of me That said "Only Serious Poets Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply" So it was I thought to myself I can think of nobody else As serious as a poet as I I looked to the right and the left Feeling pretty confident about myself And decided to take a gander inside The room it was totally dark In the corner was the tiniest of sparks I did a stately poetic stroll in that direction Feeling I might have made a mistake This thought occurred a little too late But of course this whole scene might just be window dressing A voice said we don't need a poet at all Just someone dumb and gullible That's the moment in my pants I started messing Turns out it was a mad scientist With a masters degree in craziness What were his dastardly plans I could only be guessing I was grabbed by a couple of ugly thugs Who highly dislike deodorant and mouthwash Tied up and flown off to the smallest of islands Where they did unspeakable experiments on me In the first, second, and third degree All because to insanity they took a liking When it was they were finally done With what those nut jobs consider good fun Don't know how many walls they had me climbing Daily now I plan my escape I only hope that I'm not too late When the opportunity arrives I hope I don't blow it I find it so hard to believe That this all has happened to little ole me And Why? Because of me being such a serious poet