For male poets that are sexually attracted to the opposite sex

Life will be hard for you

Especially hard if you tend

To engage in relations

Everyone will question you

You will often be wrong

No one will listen

When you’re often right

Because you were wrong in the past

Your friends will roll their eyes

Never holler and yell

“good boy ,express yourself! Na’er be afraid”

They will constantly drive you against your instincts

Put their arms around your shoulder

And attempt to string you out on drugs

Just to get you away from your keyboard

For male poets that are sexually attracted to the opposite sex

Life will be hard for you

Are you sure you want to keep writing?

Engage in fantasy realms and twisted parables

Scrape the last stinking moldy grain of truth

Out of the hollow barrel of knowledge

The truth you are starving for

The truth everybody hates

But also needs or else

You’ll have to kill city birds and rats

Just to make it another day

You aren’t supposed to write poetry

You are supposed to work, even in your free time from work

You are supposed to study, so that you can fill out forms more precisely I think

You are supposed to go to war, you are supposed to die instead of write

You are supposed to spend money, get a dog that costs money

Marry a wife that also makes and spends money

And have children that’ll cost you a fortune

And cost even more if they’re real serious about being a writer

Or sell drugs, or be a wandering drunk, or a letch,

Give up, bottom out, end up some bewildered beat-nick

Suffering from wernike-karakoff syndrome in some motel room somewhere

With $300 and a bleeding rectum…

Damn near killed him

Or if you have to be a male poet who is sexually attracted to the opposite sex

Then fit in with the poetry crowd

With their very backhanded way

Of celebrating the fact that you, also, have learned your native tongue

And can write consecutive lines of phrases

That contain meaning that most will never appreciate

If you are a male poet that is sexually attracted to the opposite sex

Your asshole has to stink

And there must be something you’re trying to cope with

Something terribly terribly wrong with you

You must never shave

You are either a rapist, the father of a bastard

A domestic violence perpetrator

A blathering drunk

An uneducated weasel with an easel

Its true, males like you don’t often read poetry

Hell, even I don’t read poetry.

I’d rather be sleeping most days

So write to your audience instead of what is in your heart

Because even the people that agree with you will walk all over you for writing

Write what will make you loved instead of what makes sense to you

Write what will get you the grade you want, what you think

The people judging the scholarship contest will want to hear

Write bad things about the people they think are bad

Write good things about the people they think are good

Truthfully, there is nothing wrong with sitting in agreement

The moments in between are the ones that show you the character

Of the people who actually heard you

If you are a male poet that is sexually attracted to the opposite sex

People will hear you, but they will not listen

If you use bigger words, you will be accused of being elitist

If you use smaller words, you will be labeled a simpleton

If you give up, you will be known as a quitter

If you keep going despite all of the odds, a has-been

If you try to teach, nobody wants you in the classroom

Teaching their child how to read and express their emotions

In a healthy and socially acceptable way

Unless you’re teaching the wartime history of the united states

Or mathematics or biology

All of which are very good I suppose

Very good I suppose but

There is nothing more inspiring than

A little person saying something huge

I don’t always know the right thing to do

But stay true to yourself

And don’t let nobody change you.