WHEN WILL YOU DIME STORE POETS GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I CAN OUTWRITE MOST OF YOU WHILST ASLEEP IN MY BED
YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT DAISIES AND WILDFLOWERS
WHILE I WRITE ABOUT SOLDIERS DYING BY THE HOURS
WHEN WILL THE PEOPLE WHO READ ME PASS ON THE WORD
TELL THEM TO READ THE GENIUS OF A POET YOU JUST HEARD
ADVISE THEM TO SIT DOWN AND LEARN FROM A MASTER OF THE ART
BECAUSE MOST OF YOUR POEMS LACK SOUL, NEVER MIND ANY HEART
I CAN SIT DOWN AND IN TEN MINUTES SCRIBE WORDS SO WISE
WHILE YOU ALL READ ME WITH JAUNDICED EYES
YELLOW FROM THE DISEASE OF NOT REALLY GIViNG A DAMN
WHEN A HANDFULL OF POETS AS TALENTED AS ME KNOW MOST OF YOU ARE A SHAM
SO WRITE ABOUT YOUR LATEST TAKE ON BETTY CROCKER
WHILE I WRITE AND BOP TO THE GREAT JOE COCKER
IF THERE COMES A TIME WHEN YOU REALIZE THE WISDOM I DISPENSE
PERHAPS A FEW OF YOU MIGHT FALL OFF YOUR SELF-RIGTEOUS FENCE
(C) 2011....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ (the inimitable)
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