My Son Questioned
Why I Post Poems For Free
He Said I’d Found My Voice
And Might Have Another Choice
I Swilled On My Whiskey
And Choked On Its Strength
‘You Be My Agent, And
Get Me Into Publication! ‘

But Truthfully, That Matters
Nigh Nil To Me
To Give Joyous Moments
To A Man In Minnesota
Or A Lady In The U.K.
Is Quite Satisfactory
I Put Out My Output
And Politely Invite Input
My Naive Poetry
A Bald Cypress Knee