I was waxed poetic
But that was just pathetic,
Trying to stick to a topic
Using absurd words like myopic.
I had to say to myself, what’s this?
There’s no such thing as poetic justice
Why do I have to live on the sideline?
Why does all my stuff have to rhyme?
They say, “Why I can’t write some prose?”
Because these are poems, I suppose.
So stop telling me how to write scholars
Just keep on making your dollars.
You see my poetry can’t be brought
Because I give em’ food for thought.
