Who are you?
Not a scholar of Literature
Not a graduate of higher learning
What are you trying to do?
Do you think these scraps will fly?
Babblings from your mind
It is not as sharp as mine
I have a degree
Why do you think you can be better than me?
Too much rhyme!
No, no, no
You are no poet
Go back and finish College
Try back then
After maybe a poet you may be
Still here?
Now I must say to you
Go away
Remove yourself from my presence
Take these with you
At home to the computer
The Internet
A faithful friend
Click, click, click
Time goes on and flies by
Click, click, click
Two million hits
The phone
Ring ring, ring ring
Hello
Yes so sorry about before
But I was in haste
Can we meet?
At your leisure
Of course, of course
How much do you want for them all?
An offer for your art!