I am the World's last bona fide poet

I am the World's last bona fide poet

I am proper and serious, original, true:

I can express myself much better than you!

You're all songwriters!

Up-all-nighters!

Idiots with sloppy grins!

Dunces, dullards, harlequins!

Spewing froth from your glossy lips

all lies and tricks

and rutting hips.

You keep interupting me with your jeers

I am trying to have a conversation with myself here!

My withering witticisms are innocents in shitty prisons

my metaphors, pearls in a bleak swinish world.

You mooncalfs could not even comprehend what you are missing

but when I get on the bar to speak to you

nobody listens.

- Luke Wright