I’ve yet to meet a poet–
–that didn’t like center stage.
No matter, no matter what poets claim.
It’s all a big swindle,
a laugh,
a con.
An’ aw sure, ah hell,
might not like the attention I get,
but that don’t, don’t mean much
I want it.
I ain’t met a poet–
–who ain’t mewlin’ for your eye,
just someone watch–watchin’ ‘em.
