Of late I have been touting my literary archive around some of the worlds most prestigious universities

Most of them have told me to fuck off as my archive is of no interest to them

They tell me that I have more chance of walking on the moon

Than becoming a poet

This has upset me

As poetry is my life

I consider that I am a good poet

Who is of yet undiscovered

They disagree and state that I am a sad wanker who works in Pound Land

Who thinks he is the best poet since TSE or his beloved GMH

A college in Sri Lanka did contact me

But they were more interested in my novelty carrier bag that the literary contents

They were grateful for the carrier bag and have named their outside latrines after me

This obviously pissed me off but deep down I was honoured

I am aware that my poetry will never be recognised and am beginning to accept this fact

But my letters are different as if read they identify me and if you acknowledge this

Then you will understand my poetry

My mother understands my poetry but pretends not to

My father is dead and does not have an opinion

And I know that my sister Julie likes my work although she is quite blind

Which for the time being is enough for me

But when I am rich enough I will take a cruise to America

And jump into the Gulf of Mexico as HC did many years ago

 

 

 

PS – I today received a cheque for $10 from Princetown – I was so exited – but on reading their letter it was just a bribe to not contact them again offering my worthy letters of note