Someday
I will be an old
Poet an old man
In an old suit a tie
And a fedora hat
Reading old poems
About the old days
To young kids who
Won’t appreciate
Poetry or jazz or
The silence of the
Mind nature or
Music the mystic
Or the magick of
Life
And it is Then at that Very moment When one of Them makes Another fart joke In the middle of My reading that I shall pause Smile & then with A magick incantation Turn into a fifty foot Serpent & eat them All in the school Auditorium telling The school principal That they all just Hated my poetry And left as I let out A loud & infinite Belch and I get on The bus & leave
