Hey, It Could Be Verse Poem by John F. McCullagh

I write poetry for a living
And it's hard in this recession:
-Getting by on one thin rhyme.
-Its a recipe for depression.

If beauty would inspire me
I'd go hang out in a bar
Where, I've heard it said, by 3 A.M.
Plain Janes are movie stars.

I stand out in the Quatrain
To catch couplets in my hands-
But they slip between my fingers
And get soaked up by the sand.

Some poets hear the music
in the speech of common man.
I'm tone deaf to the Siren's call
-like a whale beached on the strand.

I haven't quit my day job
And folks say thats for the best
It may not be that glamorous
But it keeps me fed and dressed.

I'm a writer in the blogosphere
It's a living I suppose-
It's a harsh and spare existence
when I'm reduced to writing prose..