April is the cruelest month,
A famous poet said
His dreary observation
Keeps repeating in my head
And so it seems appropriate
And somehow, sadly fitting
That April honors poetry
At least from where Im sitting
That I have had a chance to write
I cheer with great Thanksgiving
But speaking from experience–
Its sure hard to earn a living
Thus, when you said last Friday
(I found it so exciting)
That I should find a patron
Who could underwrite my writing
Alas, New Yorker editors
Dont favor poems that rhyme
And folks that pick MacArthurs
Overlooked me one more time
Then to my great astonishment
As if Fate dropped a bomb
Everyones a Medici
At Patreon.com
Ive written very regularly
Both comic and dramatical
Id welcome, as appropriate
A subsidized sabbatical
Just pledge a couple dollars, friends
And Ill go live reclusively
Posting brand new content there
That you can view, exclusively
Spring is full of showers
The wet keep getting wetter
But at least for one poor poet
April might get better