Rock and Roll Poet


I’m a rock-and-roll poet, the latest cool fad.
I’ve got groupies proclaiming my couplets are ‘rad’.
I’ve got long hair and round specs, and know how to rhyme,
And my scansion is out of this world. Given time
I’ll be bigger than god, and the first public tour
Of my readings will go down in populist lore.
My fanatics will call themselves Hughes-o-nauts, see,
And hurl knickers and kittens and scarves up at me
As I walk on the stage and crack open my book
And begin. That’s point where I always wake up.


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