True Poets aren't seen
Ass-Sensitive Heart Throbs
Longed for by intellectuals
True Poets aren't esteemed
or established "Rich"
or famous (do I spell that with an e?)
Crowded around,
Spoken,
All about like the gods.
No?
They sit next to broken tables
Ratty starving artist cafe/cliches
On the corner of... Vermont and Federick!
Writing with a cigarette in hand.
Wondering...
If what they write will recieve fame
After, they die.
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