ONCE UPON A TIME
Once upon a time, when I was grave
and human, I used to like to write
things. Drivel splattered everywhere,
but that was OK by me. It was really
what I wanted : short poems, long
poems, doggerel and ditties too.
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Then I changed my mind. It all
became too much to bear. The parking
lots were filled with people wanting to
hear. They built a drive-in movie stage
where I could stand for free and recite
to the crowd before each photoplay.
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People milled about, buying popcorn
and making out. I went on, rattling my
stubborn and ornery words in any way
I pleased. Eventually they clapped, and
some threw money towards my grimy
hat. Than they all got back into their cars
and waited for the movie to begin.
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