oh, such bogus modesty!      
a poseur with self-acclaimed gift       
obtained thru watching Dr Zhivago       
 – now how about that! 
whether real      
or figment of imagination       
who could tell from the company he keeps       
withal he’s pure fiction 
and he says gravely      
hearken unto me – I’ll tell you       
Secrets of the Universe and       
explain how to write great poetry 
can’t wait ‘til the knell for that travesty      
of pigs-ear misrepresentation       
to be       
revealed  
 – but Secrets of the Universe?      
who’d care about trash poetry       
if you’d’ve cashed       
in on that...       
© 23 September 2008, I. D. Carswell
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