Don't come here looking for poetry
Who gave you permission to peek?
Who issued a licence to investigate?
I'm not hiding anything new or unique

Check your local library like anyone else
I'll watch Harrison Ford while you spin the car
Get some mileage out of the credit account
I'll scratch a list for you to check out
While I'm resting my feet and my literary star

I suppose you'll come back this way soon
The book depository went online
But don't bother looking for masterworks here
Every soul is displayed on the web worldwide
Everyone's into poems this year.

There are landscapes torn, reconstructed by man
There are soft mystic murmurs of home
There are Saturday gods and Obama to hear
And the small weight of gold in a poem.

Frank Bana

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everyone-s-into-poetry/