Edgar GuestA Poem by Wilyem Clark
If I were as prolific
As Edgar Guest, I might not be able To do my best; I might provoke ire In Dorothy Parker, As well as draw fire From quarters still darker: Such howlers as Ginsberg Or Bukowski's barflies, Downmarket ollaves And piss-in-a-jar guys Who won't brook no smug Norman Rockwell snottage Or the slick preciousness Of a Kinkade cottage. I'd betray the forefronters Of honest words If I gave into peddling Sententious turds For the glory of selling, Or equally rotten, For shooting-star fame, After which one's forgotten. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on May 25, 2021 Last Updated on May 25, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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