This addiction is gettin' costly.
I knew it consumed me time.
Now it's taking me money too, mates.
Aye, me pockets are emptied by rhyme!
Listen, I swear by me story:
Feeling burned out last week,
I fled from poems on computer
And decided to go out to eat.
But over the crumbs of me bagel—
No matter I wasn't at home—
I scrawled an idea in me notebook,
And watched it becoming a poem!
Then I got meself in a frenzy
To post it before me work day,
And drove to the nearest Kinko's
To type up what I wanted to say.
I was lucky, the place had just opened.
Signing on the PC with me card,
I clicked to SUBMIT A NEW POEM
And typed away, fast and hard.
Of course, after postin' the effort,
I noticed a wrongly-placed word.
I toggled between VIEW and EDIT
Filled with passion to get meself heard.
Me watch, of course, kept on tickin'—
Ten minutes until me job's start.
I kept strugglin' to get the thing perfect
Fer the blinkin' love o' Art!
I logged off to get me card back
And to rapidly get myself hence,
But I stared in shock at the invoice:
Four dollars and thirty-three cents!
Four dollars and thirty-three cents, boys!
Four dollars and thirty-three cents!
Now I'm paying to get me poems posted,
Four dollars and thirty-three cents!
So if someday you walk by the poorhouse
And you see me in rags, standin' there,
Oh, pity your poor poet brother.
Toss him something to eat or to wear
And I'm sure the Muse will reward you.
But be careful, don't be like me.
Stay far from the Kinko's computer,
Where you pays as you writes poetry.
This is such a fun poem, Max. Just delightful! I do so love Michael Shepherd's comment, don't you?
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum...and a poem too! Fun read and good job with the dialect. Raynette
HAHAAHAA! Max, I LOVED this...it was an absolute trip to read...I was reading it out loud an I couldn't get over my old thick Irish accent taking over..thanks for this...it cheered me up, no end :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Max nice poem I enjoyed it