Poet?

wha’da you do all day?

sit & polish fat words?

& the way he said that

yeah he was thinkin’ fat turds

cos that’s what poetry is all about

rhyming stinking blurbs all day

he got taught that in school

poetry gotta rhyme

& I gently tell him

Caesar

riding his chariot into Rome

heading the victory parade

had a fella stood just behind

whispering

remember you are not a god

but just a man

& that my friend

is what poets do

all day

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