If you want to become famous,
If you ever have so wished,
Just write a book of poems
And make sure it gets published.
The critics will all muster,
Gather at the discount store.
They値l all line up to rate you
As your books go out the door.
They値l talk about your background;
They値l talk about your name.
They値l analyze your income,
Did you pay to get your fame?
If your poems are in free verse
They値l say you池e slow to rhyme,
But they値l say that your old fashion
If you rhyme on every line
There痴 just no way to please them
Once you publicize your work.
They all have their agendas
As they criticize your book.
But something they won稚 comment on
Is what you have really said
In the book that you have published
That they never even read.