| Joy Leftow |
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| Joy Leftow It’s hard out here for a poet; pay that cover charge, make that 1 drink minimum. I really don’t want to read a poem tonight hear people complain that I don’t know how to rhyme or do meter I don’t wan’t to read a poem tonight to hear people fight about my poetry; if it’s valid or not be stared at dead blank, hated like why’d I want to go there like that again, I don’t want to read a poem tonight then explain why I picked this subject or that to write about and listen to people tell me how my poetry really isn’t poetry, it’s prose How all I do is tell the same old stories in different voices I REALLY don’t want to read a poem tonight make people listen to, as they say, Same old shit again everyday, I mean, doesn’t she ever write anything new anymore, anyway I don’t want to read a poem tonight to listen to people say again they’re tired of hearing about who did what to who It’s all old news about lost souls anyway I don’t want to read another poem that proves Seinfeld has nothing on me You get more sarcasm from me in one poem than you get in a whole season of Seinfeld; I don’t want to fight anymore about how I’m not right to write about everyone’s secrets I just don’t want have to read a poem tonight |