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[ On Poetry ] The Last In Line
Are your royalties that abundant
you can afford to be redundant?
Bland verse, uninspired
How original; flat tired
Poeticism parked on cinder blocks
going furiously nowhere fast
Forcing rhyme; killing time
clocks throw hands up in despair
You phone it in here and there
with another predictable line
recycling the same old format
We see where your head is at;
where the sun refuses to shine
Ground breaking going on inside
but out here?
You're the last in line
Yeah
Would you ever take the risk
to write something
vibrant, cutting, brisk
That you label yourself contemporary
when you're nothing short of fucking lazy
is a joke without a punch line;
your production line mentality
All the while you bitch and whine
about this poser, that wannabee
Time to look at yourself in the mirror -
is this message getting any clearer?
Take it as a sign:
it's all in your mind
but out here?
You're the last in line
Listen
You never had a clue
regarding what it meant to be a poet
If one bit you in the ass
you wouldn't have ever known it
Starting right now
write us a heartwarming love sonnet;
scratch out another broken record
Don't be shy -
sit and spin upon it
You take great pleasure as you flame
to cover your own attempts so lame
Botched batch of cookie cutter rhymes
How innovative, tame
Rape your own library a thousand times
Attach the same fugly
mug shot of a shame in frame
What a sham
Here the only scam
is your rise to poetic fame
Guess you thought it was
the thought that counts
but now that you're caught?
It's time to bounce
your ass back to where you belong
where you've been all along -
right back there ...
at the end of the line
You're the last in line
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