i once closed a poem
with the couplet
things would not be so bad below
if hell had got hold of van gogh
which seemed okay until
a smartypants editor from
el ay
allowed that something that lame might work in a song
but if this was a poem
i was pronouncing the name all wrong
which critique embarrassed
me so much
i changed the meaning just a touch like so
if hell was not already bad enough
it had to put up with van gogh
but when at last
my courage to the sticking place i screwed
and i submitted the piece anew
the former smartypants
was no longer in residence
and his replace-a-ment
a young lady
from the infamous town of kent
said nah there is some shit
even the internet would not partake of it
