The Po' Po'er

 

 

 

Since I la, then I po',

what I po' is ‘it’.

Since I’m always po’ing it

there stands a good chance I’ll be called a po'

that had done a lot of po’ing,

and who, on occasion, po’ed it well.

 

So, first the po’s, then the heads

nodding up and down in acknowledgment

that I've done po’ed it.

 

Wanting to po' is another matter,

it is the socio-political (some say pathological) path

for those who want to be known as po’ers at parties,

but really don’t contribute much to the art of po’ing.

 

Others po' and po' and po'

and po' themselves into their graves,

their po’s dying alone with them,

ending up on funereal display in their po' caskets;

people come to see and shake their heads

at the po' dead po’er,

finally realizing 

why the po'er was so po'.

 

There are perfumers and shockers,

dreary sourpuss po’ers,

movers and shakers,

storyteller po’ers;

form’ers and freeform’ers

creating plain and fancy po's; 

the wild and the righteous,

the clique-defying po’ers;

from narcissist po'ers posing in front of their mirrors

to vagabond po'ers who po on the road,

 

for all of them,

while they are still po’ing

they will never be regarded as being a po’er-

for earning that ever elusive moniker of po'

is for those who have po'ed without even knowing.