‘Poetry won’t pay the bills’

When the bank told me,
Just what I owe ‘em,
I wrote on their invoice,
‘Wilfred Owen’.

and on my bills, I jotted;
‘Shelley, Elliot, Poe and Yeats.’
On the leccy; ‘Whitman’,
On the gas bill; ‘Blake.’

A haiku on the rent.
and some Frost on the heat.
some mad soliloquy’s scribbles,
Sprawled across receipts.

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Written in response to being told that poetry won’t pay the bills.