This magazine wants to be on the internet.
This magazine isn’t famous yet.
It’s really proud of itself, this magazine,
But it’s just a whore. It just wants to be seen.
And this poet is a total whore.
They want their horrible poem to be seen some more.
The poem was published. The poet is proud.
At a reading people clapped when it was read out loud.
This poem is ironic blathering
Of a novelist who is lathering
Up readers with feelings we all feel.
But I love this poet, and my poetry is just as bad.
I’m going to get up and read this poem now and make everybody sad.