all you sucka poets.
out there on them internets,
your rhymes are not as dope as these.
These rhymes are free. They pirouette
through indeterminate degrees. Get next
to me, and study it. Achieve
a thesis - nail
that doctorate, go straight through
- graduate that shit.
the world knows now: you're good at school.
You still have your whole life to learn
what we knew to begin with, fool.
You're good; I'm better.
it could be worse.
You never had a chance, at best.
Don't let it make you cynical
at least you proved that you can ace a test.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.