When I was a young man; writing poetry could get you laid. <br />That’s if the guys didn’t beat the crap out of you first because <br />they believed all poets were gay… <br />If you wrote a bitchin’ rock song, your mates hailed you a God; <br />but write a poem about love and affection and man you needed <br />to enter the witness protection plan… <br />The chicks really dug the poetry I used to write; while to my friends <br />they laughed and thought it was all just a joke. But on a Friday night <br />while they sat at home playing with their meat… <br />I was eating some of the best pâté and caviar to be had, <br />all because I found a readership that appreciated banal sappy crap. <br />Irony is, as an old man…. <br />I’m still wearing the white tennis shoes <br /> <br />2008 © rj<br /><br />Rocket James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rod-mckuen-groupies/
