A Snob (Reprise)

You’ve moved into a neighborhood
So awf’ly declasse
That you have a world published poet
Living down the way
And when she greets you all that you
Can come up with to say
Is to inquire first thing where it is
On the street she stay

Since poets are not paid among us
Sure enough the answer be
Those horrible apartments units you just hate to see
Between yourself and neighbors who
Seem more acceptable to be
I have to say that you don’t seem
Acceptable to me

Each time I walk past since that day
I’m looking at the back of you
I honestly find that to be
The preferable view
And not content with that you have
Your daughter do it too
Don’t worry, dear, I’ll not attempt
Again to talk to you

No, those folks I’m addressing now
Live in posterity
Only thirty six countries now
Are listening to me
But each and every year
That total doth augmented be
And here’s what, when they look at you
Each one of them will see

Elitist, plastic, false and prideful
Full right up of your sad self
Those whom you consider less
Put straight up on a shelf
Yet see fit to present yourself
As some magical elf
I’m glad to be relieved of such a
Prudish company myself

The next time that someone approach
Your Highness with a smile
Perhaps before you shun them
You will think a little while
The qualities of that
Actual person to compile
Ere you decide their beingness
Your preciousness defile

Sister, it matters not to me
For I totally agree
Much better it for both to be
That though I pass quite nearly by
We will mutually try
One another not to see
And in this appropriate deed
Just watch how fully I succeed



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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