Alas the pathetic poetaster

Your plastic words are like children’s toys

Stacked up towards the sky with no pattern

Nobly reaching despite background noise

“You’ll never make it” never bothered you

Their words fall on defiant deaf ears

like your word blocks fall to an angry shoe

your blocks may fall but you have no fear

You keep stacking words in different ways

Writing with beautiful abandon

Your tower will reach the clear sky someday

And soon you’ll have something to hand in

They may now laugh at you playing writer

But they won’t keep laughing forever

You’re more than a feeble ankle biter

They’ll believe in your endeavor