I'm No Robert van der Molen (Or, Someday My Prints Will Come)

I, too, taught English at a two-year school,

at several universities in the adjunct pool,

dressed the part: looking and acting cool.

But I’m no Robert VanderMolen.

I’ve written and written poems out the ass,

most revealing attitude, some a bit of class,

many just plain out there, obscure, or crass.

But I’m no Robert VanderMolen.

Robert VanderMolen is a real poet, you see.

Not because he is better at writing than me,

not because my rhymes are any less poetry.

Only because he’s been published.

Robert VanderMolen’s picture’s on a book,

on a dusty shelf hidden away in some nook.

He’s yours for a buck fifty, or free for a look.

Only because he’s been published.

One day a beautiful soul looking for a sign,

may find it in a cheap book by fate’s design,

but the words of wisdom will never be mine,

unless my poetic ass gets published!

~g tristan tarot