And now we have The Poet.
And this poem is called "As a Poet, I Respect Him Greatly,
Dear Madam But Dot, Dot, Dot."
And it goes.
Don't be fooled by his loot
The man drinks and pisses like a cupboard
Consider his calling card an asp
Don't accept his flowers
He probably coughed them up while he was ringing the bell
Send the little girls to their rooms
The big girls in the silver spoons
Most of all, never listen to his poems
He doles them out the way King Farouk gives tips
The only place he'd look honest is on the gallows
Or in a Bavarian urinal
Or a whorehouse in Buenaventura
So that's a little taste of what poets have in store for them
in this collection.