O Woe Is Me! Poem by DM W

O woe is me! O what am I to do?
For I cannot compete with the crazy
Performance poets. Should I dye my hair blue;
Make it very spiky and then simply
Refer to myself as 'Dommy Rotten'? !
Then I suppose I would be really 'cool'
Perhaps, I could make a pact with Satan
Or play the part of a pantomime fool?
O I despair of this current, plagued age,
Where the act is considered sacrosanct;
Not the gleaming, golden words on the page.
That's why there's so much doggerel and cant.
Thank goodness, I now perform my poems
Solely on the radio: my natural home.
Where diction and clarity are everything
O radio allows my poems to sweetly sing!