The Structure Of Poetry

People who live in glass houses
shouldn’t throw stones.
I’m a cave-man.

People who live in space ships
shouldn’t break windows. (Hear that, Gates!)
I’m a space-man.

People who live in yellow submarines
shouldn’t be claustrophobic.
I’m a closed-minded man.

People who live in America
shouldn’t despise freedom
like the Bush-man.

People who live in Aztlan
shouldn’t forget the past.
I’m Chicano, man.

People who live in poetry houses
shouldn’t mince words.
I’m a wordsmith, man.

People who live in the present
shouldn’t destroy it.
I’m Neanderthal-man.