Quiet
I raise my glass and pen to give a toast,
(For the all random thoughts that fill your sheets?)
No man, for poets that inspire me most,
Like Bryon, Whitman, Shelley, Keats and Yeats.
(Right! Your headache is driving you to boast.)
Long live also the poets labeled beats!
(Those prattling hacks make it even worse!)
Quiet! I say, or I’ll put you to verse!
01/09/2013
Written for the Poetry about Poetry Contest
Copyright © Michael F Lewis | Year Posted 2013
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