Longfellow’s Middle Finger

Remember how it was said
Anyone can write poetry
All that is needed
is to make sure it’s not prose
(rose is a rose is a rose)

If you can, rhyme it
To a repetitive beat, time it
And make the meter mellifluous
(and let the women talk of Michelangelo)

Then gather around in a circle
or amongst the stage lights
Read it with passion,
enunciate and moan
(fuck fuck fuck)

Bow once it’s done
Applaud your peers
Nibble on the cheese
sip on the wine
(real poets don’t drink beer)

Kiss the critic’s ear
Ideally the air around the ear
Pat everyone’s back
Buy the house more wine
(Who’s your favourite poet? Bukowski & Dylan)

Then wear a dreamy look
And remember
how tough it used to be
this poetry shit
when you din’t know the rules



3 Responses to “Longfellow’s Middle Finger”

  1. sandeip Says:

    very nice 🙂

    i can only hope satirizing poetry doesnt stop you from writing it 🙂

  2. Kits Says:

    Omg! We spoke of this. Nicely written. Your turn under the lights will come too babe 😀

  3. Mr Bojangles Says:

    deadly! one fultoo mean iambic!! sahee hai!!

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