Pay No Attention

Pay no attention to the poet behind the oil can

His pail of rusty words are not an aside to others

He hath not the heart nor brains nor courage to admonish

The toom tins last straws and puddy cat claws of his brothers

Pay no attention to the do-good wizardly rhymester

His keyboard clicks are not meant to take away one's thunder

He dwells not in the misty mist nor dusky dusk of blame

But peeks from behind the curtain with fond seventh wonder