Mama
Look at the love poet

Daddy
Look at the angry black poet

Ooh!!
Look at the funny poet
Showing his ass

Poets pour their souls
Into microphones on stages

Spectators pay
Then applaud
In approval of the words
Being hurled from the cages

The stage
Is a zoo

It’s okay
You can pet him
He won’t bite

He’s safe to bring home
He’s housebroke

Like circus animals
Poets are tamed
Transformed from
Truthful closet poets
To farm raised performers
By promoters
Pimping poetry
To make cash
In exchange for the fame
From freedom writers
To house poets
Regurgitating the same
Words
Again
and again
and again

Next to the stage
We have “REPEAT”

Next to the Stage... Repeat