Poems for the Toilet: A Lovely Little Satire

Introduction: On Some Poets

On Some Poets

It takes no talent to find a rhyme,

But a bit of thinking, a tad of time

Those poets convinced they're the legends of words

Don't notice they're one in the million herds

Of shepherds tragically born in the bodies of sheep

And desperately sell simple words as most deep

Dreaming and screaming their names from their house

That keeps them in anger as hair keeps a louse

To keep them well fed, they put words to barter

And when they're near dead, they think they're a martyr

For the dear cause of the bit of disgrace

They shun as the sun fails to light up their face

But what if they wrote not for others, but them?

And some who relate heard the message sent

Fame and fortune comes with luck and good time

And nothing but torture and muck will arise

From seeking a glittering cloak for a rhyme

So I ask you to hope, not expect, for your time

Cause it doesn't take talent to write a fair poem,

But it takes real valence to keep it at home

~AH