Real Poets (formerly unfinished now formally finished)

real poets dress in ruffled shirts
with frock coats velvet long
I write in my pyjamas
which seems a little wrong.

real poets they have tragedy
which marks their every thought
I think I’m quite a happy chap
with nae a darkened thought.

real poets all have fancy names
to hang their words upon
or multiple initials
whilst I have just the one.

real poets puff on opium
to let their minds fly free
or seek fairies in the absinthe
I like a cup of tea.

real poets suffer greatly
and have consumption too
always with death around them,
hmm, I did just have the flu.

real poets finish poems
unless they die before
my words tend to fizzle out
when I haven’t any more

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