Poet In The Afterlife
Poets find high commerce
in the afterlife.
Verse sell not in their life,
but verse of a dead poet
bloom like spring tulips
in the afterlife.
Who fame & money loved not,
Poverty wished well,
Society wished rot
and go to hell ---
thus, publishers sell
the cold poet turned hot
and good riddance
and farewell.
Ernest Slyman
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