This poem was a retort to a poetry coach.
Oh, I get it now.
If one dresses like a monkey,
then one must be a monkey -
How could have I thought differently?
The moderator’s heart of pure gold
Rings a manly voice of reproach;
Offers one’s self loudly, smacks
Of a flaming football coach.
Should I care to perservere,
Find poetic feet and personal style;
Sensing a meaningless bounce coming on,
I’ll just Click! into another file
To present my poems to others,
Who blend feeling with common sense
In virtual worlds that calmly reveal;
And screens that don’t pack a defense.
Arriving full circle to football,
A coach pretending the monkey;
How could have I thought differently -
A suit there squeals from a tree.
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