The poet

The poet that couldn’t perform
That by the stage sullen and withdrawn
The acts before him blew the crowd away
They call him name a moment of which he is afraid
He stand in front of the mic
Ready for the usual ‘on your bike’
He clears his throat
And gets ready to sink the boat
This isn’t a happy ending
And now bottle throwing is trending
He sits and weeps in his sit
Before he gets thrown into the street
Maybe next week he will thrill
Why do they even put him on the bill?

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