I thought I’d go and get my MFA
since college never taught me how to write.
It’s not that I had anything to say;
I needed somehow, though, to spend the day
and, existentially I guess, the night
as well. So I went for an MFA
in Creative Writing. I did OK,
creatively. My grammar was a fright,
and there was nothing that I had to say,
but you got extra points for this. The way
you said squat was what mattered. Outasite,
I thought, which, when I got my MFA,
I didn’t know was not a word. But stay,
they’d said, you can’t create if you’re uptight.
There is no wrong or right. And who’s to say
that parts of speech, or lie in lieu of lay,
or topic sentences, are not a blight
on Creativity? What could I say?
I’d paid a lot to get my MFA.