geezer poets with your guns ablaze <br />who pathetically pine for your glory days <br /> <br />who shoot down young poets at every whim <br />who burn their every poem, every prose, every hymn <br /> <br />who would curse a young poet in your final gasp <br />dropping your weapon from your weakening grasp... <br /> <br />geezer poets, you know who you are <br />no one gives a damn about your fallen star <br /> <br />and when dementia renders you unable to think <br />of which ends your lousy pens diffuse your stupid ink <br /> <br />a young poet will use your rifle's butt <br />to pound the tired lid of your coffin shut<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/geezer-poets/
