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THIS POEM NOT ABOUT YOU by Hyoomik

(copyright 2011 Hyoomik)

(this sort of shows that Carly Simon read really old books for inspiration. The Poem below is by Martial, Epigrams, Book XII, lxi -- and I draw heavily on the translation of Rolfe Humphries)
You are scared, Liggura, that Iíll write A poem on you, that I'll write it out of spite,
That I'll write a fierce and stinging epigram. What makes you think I give a damn?
What you fear or desire is all in vain:
If you're so witless, let me explain.
A Libyan lionís charge applies
To bulls, but not to butterflies.
If itís publicity you covet,
Seek out the proper agent of it,
Look for some drunk inferior poet, a dweller
in a dark attic or his mother's cellar,
The kind of literary man
Who composes his verses while he sits in scribbling or typing in the can,
(And I wonder why, they don't mix prunes
with cheese,
because they would counteract)
Or some punk who with a paint can huffs and scrawls
His opuses along the walls of buses.
You understand, Iím sure, by now;
My brand name will never mark your brow.