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Poet-on-Demand
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
Their curious faces looked at none but me.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
I would imagine stories swift and grand
and points of view, me, you, them, he, and she.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
They badgered me with sharp and shrill commands;
My time was short, the hours dark and wee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
With no more life, my verse became so bland
that no one knew I'd been a prodigy.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
My face was slapped by angry, burning hands;
like firemen, they ordered me to flee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
I'm now a waiter at Salut on Grand.
I now cost money - I'm no longer free.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.
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This villanelle is about a former poet who used to write poetry on demand at literary events such as Teen Lit Con.