Now that I'm lying in my hearse <br />I realize that my paltry verse <br />Was simply just an ego-trip, <br />An attempt to show that I was 'hip' <br />Just like those beatniks that went before <br />Who's hackneyed ideas are a crashing bore! <br /> <br />I realize now that my poetry <br />Was just the fruit of vanity - <br />What did I think that I could gain <br />By versifying my endless pain? <br /> <br />Now that I've finally had my day <br />I hope that you will throw away <br />The books I strove so hard to write <br />Before the coming of my night. <br /> <br />I beg you now to set me free <br />From useless, hopeless poetry - <br />What a bloody waste of time <br />Obsessed by the trivia of rhyme! !<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-disillusioned-poet-dies/
