I forgot what I was going to say
Poetry is no way
To make a living
Because your brain runs dry or
No one recognizes your ultimate* genius
Until after you are dead
Now I have to go write the second installment of The Great Banishing of Sonnets because it is bugging me. But not right now. This weekend. Probably. Meanwhile, how do you find the time to blog, and who is your favorite poet?
*I am NOT implying that I am a genius, because I know I am far from it. But if you wish to tell me in flattering comments that I am amazing, feel free. Seriously. Go ahead. I surely won’t stop you. I’m waiting… Hello? Huh. You stopped reading. Well, enjoy your day! But you’ll wish you had spent more time on here when I’m dead and famous.