American Poet

He gave a poetry reading
and not even poets came.

He read his best stuff
which was pretty lame.

There was polite applause
as one would expect.

Some laughter at a poem
emboldened his dull intellect.

He rambled on with introductions
which made no sense.

He tried to imbue his dull personality
with bravado and suspense.

But soon he flew ungainly off the stage
back to his newspaper-lined cage.