Here's one I thought I'd read, because maybe if I say it you
won't.
It's called, "After the Reading".
"Poet, poet, burning bright even though your words are shite.
In your solipsistic side, note the echo I, I, I.
Where the image, where the twist?
Look, applauding laundry list.
Did you smile your work to see with these poor lines, please
Emily?
Poet, poet, growing dim.
Offer up a prayer to him, who gave us
terror, grace, and bleak.
Then take a vow for silence's sake."