That’s Not a Real Poem

It was something

I had written about people

Being a bunch of selfish assholes

And how I hoped it wasn’t true

Because there are a lot of people

And I don’t get out much

“I’ve got a poem” she said.

And it was recited

To the tune of,

“Pop Goes the Weasel”

And it was something

About her heart…

Never being…

Seen or loved…

And when she was done

With her recitation

I sang,

“Goes the weasel!”

It was like I wasn’t even there

As she looked down

At what I had written

And said,

“It doesn’t even rhyme”

David Burdett

11/15/2022