Genus Irriabile Vatum Poem by Ramona Thompson

Genus irriatabile vatum
The irritable tribe of poets
Mad, bad and not always that bad to know
Just as long as you don't step on their little creative toes
Interrupt their precious storytelling time
Lest you want a quill stuck in your eye
A pen stabbed through your heart
Born to write
Not to talk your nonsense and silly jive
They have better things to do
More productive tales then gossip to spin
Get in their faces and hear them snarl
Take away their writing tools and you had better be ready for a fight
The fight of your life
For never will they ever back down
Not looking to fight for their right to party
They're not into such trival concerns
Write even when they're wrong
Been warned once
Been warned all
Don't you dare
Oh no, don't you dare mess around with them
Genus irriabile vatum
The irritable tribe of poets

2008 Ramona Thompson