I've got ivory-tower scruples
I will not kow-tow to the lure
of readers who read my every tweek
To the market, I will not bow
I'll not mention Lady Gaga
Sir Elton John
or type with my pudgy fingers
Of X-Men or X-Girls
Of Britney or Living Forever and Ever
Maintaining your beauty
or babies with IQs like Einstein
Oh, I dream of readers
Of steady eyes fastened to the screens
for fear they might miss
The latest greatest story about our Kate
You might think I'll cave
And drum upon the keys the tale
of Casey Anthony
and the Prince of Greece
discovering the fountain of money
or world famous freaks
to hook a reader by his teeth
I write about a dog. Yes. This blog.
With sincere apologies to Philip Levine
Check out his poem
Animals are Passing From Our Lives.