I wrote a poem,
On this fine morn,
Couldn’t post it here,
It read like porn!
No one really loves me,
Should’a learned that soona.
Perhaps my kitten loves me!
Or she’s just using me for tuna…
Buying art is a wonderful rush,
Masterpieces in a brand new home.
I heard a Monet sold for 84 million,
How the heck do I sell a poem?
I really need to get a massage,
It’s only the funding that I lack.
However I feel so stiff and sore,
Wonder if Sammy would walk on my back…