You’re the big man, you act like you know it
You’re like the scary headmaster at school
You’re the big man, local hero poet
Respect is due, we must follow your rule
But what respect do you show, Mr Cool
What do you care for what we have to say
From your poetry kingdom it seems you’ll
Exile us if we don’t blindly obey
Your divine right’s as wrong as the long stay
In Number Ten of Mr Brown the twit
The sight and sound of you is slightly cruel
If you’d love to be loved in the same way
That others are, then lighten up a bit
But then a poet’s ego is his fuel
Thur 18 Sep 2008
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