The Poet had become constipated and filled with a wasteful and debilitating desire <br />to succeed financially… <br />Not enough fiber or greens being served up with his clichéd metaphors of red meat <br />His pseudo intellectual friends scattered all likely culpability to the wind <br />And he'd been deserted by the minions of elitist lemmings who so vehemently believed in the power of ten… <br />Selling his license at six cents a word he was amputated from the tree <br />That provides every sap and sucker with its fruitful food for thought <br />The poetry the Poet had once written so prolifically actually meant only beans to him <br />Alas it had all been for naught… <br />fart fart good for the heart..... <br />As the now drunken bard of a poet digresses with every other word__ <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/published-post-its/
