I’M A POET
I have anger, sore opinion,
Nudge it and I go vermilion.
I am special, I’m a poet,
Folk revere me. You should know it.
These are my words on the paper:
Worship them, you brainless gaper.
What I hold you must not question,
Not by statement nor suggestion.
I am special, I’m a poet…
Keep your bile bottle. Stow it.
Copyright Simon Banks 2013
Written after an exchange on a LinkedIn discussion group!