He writes such crazy verses every day;
He’s post-post-post-post modernist I’d say.
With lines about reality and life,
Not gloom and doom and abstract inner strife.
It’s not left wing, it’s structured and what’s worse,
He’s not supported by the public purse.
He writes in what he calls a metered time;
He even has the cheek to make it rhyme.
It’s said his verse the sane can understand;
Such criminal behaviour must be banned.
This rebel’s works must be brought to an end,
Before this sort of thing becomes a trend.
Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2011