A poem that Yester wrote

Yester

This is best read out loud while channeling your inner soccer hooligan.This is a poem called Taking the Torch.

Don't be a writer, my Father said
As a prelude to plagurising and butchering a poem he once read.
Writers are starving, half them are mad
They have no respect for privacy
And most of them are bad.
My Father was a poet
A poem has long ears and lives in a hole in the ground
I heard him say
Just before they took him away
My Father was a poet
But that poet died when he was still young
And it's corpse rotted and festered inside him
So **** off old men
You and your whimsy are better off dead
I'm born of a new age
I'll take the eye out of your head.

Yellow pack crisps

Yester wrote: »

This is best read out loud while channeling your inner soccer hooligan.This is a poem called Taking the Torch.

Don't be a writer, my Father said
As a prelude to plagurising and butchering a poem he once read.
Writers are starving, half them are mad
They have no respect for privacy
And most of them are bad.
My Father was a poet
A poem has long ears and lives in a hole in the ground
I heard him say
Just before they took him away
My Father was a poet
But that poet died when he was still young
And it's corpse rotted and festered inside him
So **** off old men
You and your whimsy are better off dead
I'm born of a new age
I'll take the eye out of your head.

I really like this poem. I think you should expand it, the idea is good. I wonder would 'My father as a poet' work better than 'My father was a poet'? Just a observation.

Yester

Yellow pack crisps wrote: »

I really like this poem. I think you should expand it, the idea is good. I wonder would 'My father as a poet' work better than 'My father was a poet'? Just a observation.

Yes. I like your observation. I think using "My father as a poet" the first time and then "My father was a poet" is interesting to think about. Thanks for your input.

Don't be a writer, my Father said
As a prelude to plagurising and butchering a poem he once read.
Writers are starving, half them are mad
They have no respect for privacy
And most of them are bad.
My Father as a poet
A poem has long ears and a floppy tail and lives in a hole in the ground
I heard him say
Just before they took him away
My Father was a poet
But that poet died when he was still young
And it's corpse rotted and festered inside him
So **** off old men
You and your whimsy are better off dead
I'm born of a new age
I'll take the eye out of your head.

Sheridan81

I would leave out the 'My father as a poet' line altogether.

I would not change my father was a poet as it straight away piques your interest - has he died/is he no longer a poet/etc. This is answered somewhat later in the poem but it initiated an interesting train of though for me as a reader.