The Poet Prince Of Generation X

Sadly I have never had a book

The publishers have never given a second look

But then it happened, my life hit a hook

Like a writer in the night, I'm a history crook


Tonight I was asked bye a young girls staff

Please come with me, this long it won't last

She needed to meet me, and she wanted to fast

She wanted my name, my written words, autograph


It appears she had heard of me, and she needed to see

She had heard I was great, or great I will be

I was going to be famous, So the rush she would beat

She nicknamed me the poetry prince, and someday I'll be king.