I released a masterpiece
When none of you were listening
The sounds of silence were deafening
You must have been out for the summer
Watching the Olympics or Obama
Praying for the fate of civilization
While I was slaving in the kitchen
(While she was sleeping in the bedroom)
To serve you with my inspiration
Poetic new cuisine
Basted for decades, a recipe
Not tasted since Verlaine
And now my mess of words, my dish
Cool and putrid, languishes
In the wastebins of rejection
On the dumps of your distraction
Condemned to death by unconcern
The amusements you call progress
I call poet injustice.
But still I do not take offence
And now you have another chance
For this is the remake, re-release
The warmed-over, hopped-up, reheat
The Bargain Bin Reissue
The final call
The dying fall...
My new Soup Can Picasso.
Enjoy it while you may
There are bills to pay and did I mention
It will be auctioned off, real soon...
Unless you pay attention.
It is quiet on here Frank, but you have produced a good recipe here and a belated Happy Birthday from me if I missed it, Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah, , , we so much all suffer like you, , , , , , , , , and here offer you our heartiest falicitations for wrting such heartfelt words and happy birthday~10~