...But Sombody's Gotta Do It.

It's up to me which words go where:
this word goes here; that word goes there.
Some po'ms grow big; some po'ms stay small.
Hey! I'm The Poet, after all.

Though aping Edgar's "...nothing more,"

I mean to say there's things galore.

It's what they label 'irony.'

And I'm The Poet, don'cha see...?

I Emily's "I could not stop..."

restate, for I'm The Nation's Scop.

I Walt's "Myself I sing" re-shout.

That I'm The Poet there's no doubt.

Some po'ms are sung; some po'ms are penn'd.

And I'm The Poet, in the end.

Yes, I'm The Poet, come what may,

though I've not got a thing to say.