I’m just a poet
Not an effin’ rock star.
Not an effin’ rock star.
A poet: the lowest of the low,
Good for nada
In most folks’ eyes
Except maybe at presidential inaugurals.
Good for nada
In most folks’ eyes
Except maybe at presidential inaugurals.
“So, if you’re a poet,
Where are all the rhymes?
This doesn’t rhyme.”
Where are all the rhymes?
This doesn’t rhyme.”
Well, this is free verse:
Rhymes happen sometimes
Here in the Occident
Almost by accident.
You want more rhyming?
Read Ogden Nash or that guy
Foozy in Alley Oop who ends
Every other line in rhyme.
I don’t get paid to rhyme.
I don’t get paid at all.
And that, my friend, is why
We call it free verse.
Rhymes happen sometimes
Here in the Occident
Almost by accident.
You want more rhyming?
Read Ogden Nash or that guy
Foozy in Alley Oop who ends
Every other line in rhyme.
I don’t get paid to rhyme.
I don’t get paid at all.
And that, my friend, is why
We call it free verse.
Bob Loomis, 07-09-2022
