WHY AREN'T POETS MORE SEXY THAN GYM SOCKS?
Why aren't poets more virtuous than grocers,
more noble than monks, duller than wonks?
Why aren't poets braver than a breadbox, happier
than bullets, double-jointed, left-footed, trim, rich
and shrink-wrapped? Why aren't poets more agile
than yogis, able to dodge iambs at a single bound?
Why aren't poets more perky than pirates,
more wooden than wax, more free of syntax?
Why, oh why, aren't poets tall dark and pensive,
shy but expensive. Why aren't poets
the best looking people in the room?
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