geezer poets with your guns ablaze
who pathetically pine for your glory days

who shoot down young poets at every whim
who burn their every poem, every prose, every hymn

who would curse a young poet in your final gasp
dropping your weapon from your weakening grasp...

geezer poets, you know who you are
no one gives a damn about your fallen star

and when dementia renders you unable to think
of which ends your lousy pens diffuse your stupid ink

a young poet will use your rifle's butt
to pound the tired lid of your coffin shut

Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

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