Sock Drawer Poets

Sock drawer poets they called us, All our scribblings secreted away, Composed then filed unread, Hidden from the light of day. And then along came the Tablet And universal broadband, Fast Internet coverage spreading Length and breadth of the land. Friendships made on common Interest sites, ideas exchanged Unpublished works published Concepts read and explained. Performance Poets appeared Open Mic nights became the rage The musician and the poet often Willingly sharing the same stage. We performed in bars, pubs clubs And they called it Spoken Word And against all the odds Sock drawer poetry was heard. It’s a thriving living culture now Not quite, they say, high art, But in its own little way It’s certainly playing its part. The poetry of the intellectual, Needing a classical education, Has now greatly been replaced By that accessible to the nation. No longer is it necessary to have A dictionary of quotation to hand For the reader or the listener To appreciate and understand. Let them have Ballet and High Opera, Their Fine Dining and Modern Art, All those acquired tastes that help Split out society into its various parts. The culture of the masses has given The common people greater choice It’s vital and it’s vibrant and growing And it’s given the people their voice.