Oh, how you all invoke my name!
So many, not one applauding
But trying to play my own game;
Oh, I will kill this marauding.
It was not a chance meeting, no.
We were once friends, partners in crime;
We crossed paths in the studio.
Each one of you, you watched me climb.
When I got lost in space, you yelled
And shouted that you could handle
It better but your word’s handheld
And my pen jots a hot scandal.
Who brought back rhyme? Who stayed in line?
I’m an institution of lit’;
Need I remind you of one time
When the Pope said my word’s legit?
Babylonian Captive, no.
Prolific as fuck, I can write;
I tell poets right where to go
And tell the critics to sit tight.