THE POET TYPE

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I am the needle in the hay stack

and of course strangely enough

the straw that broke the camel's back

I am also the first to speak out

yet the last to grumble or gripe

for indeed I am what 'The Great One'

likes to call me the eternal poet type

you know the one, he will invariably say

the wench who always knows what she's talking

about but lets the big dictionary words get

in her way

he calls me that to knock me down a peg or two

I should suppose

he knows when to open his mouth

where as I know not when mine I should close

inspiration comes in all sorts of strange shades

and sizes

meaning I should discipline myself solely to the page

this ' The Great One' so often advises

one day this vicious talent he fears will upon me

turn

and from its private treason a most valued lesson

I will be forced to learn

with my usual sarcasm laughing at my side

I must give voice to my brief astonishment

for his wish of becoming immortalized via this page

on this idea he's not merely single minded

he's bloody hell bent

so as you read my words 'Great One' you'll see my

sincerity and tolerance were indeed well spent

though what you can't see is in my eyes burns a

wickedly narcotic, little, green glint...........

( written Jan. 8,1992 am)

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