There ain’t no money in poetry
That’s what people say
I’ve heard it every place I go
And every single day

The mantra of the professors
The maxim of the snobs
They think it’s a badge of honor
That poets hunt for jobs

Never listen to the skeptics
Never listen to the throng
Most people say they’re right
But I say they’re wrong

I’m going to find a target
I’m going to make a plan
One day they’ll say I’m right
And tell me I’m the man