When the homeless become dull
and spirituality becomes an asshole that owes you money
When “The Antiques Roadshow” becomes the highlight of your day
and you’ve forgotten the touch of a woman
When you realize every poet and writer that came before you was a moron that failed
and “Everybody Loves Raymond” just isn’t that funny
When the bar becomes a bar
and the weight of the world is no longer your concern
When your gut’s getting bigger
and the president is still an idiot
When you have no money in your bank account
and the Spanish girls don’t notice you crying in the grocery aisle
When you’re more concerned about the gnomish 44-year-old virgin
drinking Riesling alone in his mother’s kitchen
than starving children in Africa
and 5-man pitching rotations are more important than God
because “God” is just something made up by poets to get laid
and “poets” is just something made up by God to fill hell
When you think you will never find love
and when love finds you it gets knocked up by a Lutheran from Kansas City
write it down
and make it sound pretty
© 2008 Lee Kitzis
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
How to Write a Poem
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This poem is probably one of my favorites.
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