I lack the wit and dash of Ogden Nash

Those hints of Browning’s ducal crimes

That hide within his rhymes,

Walt Whitman’s unrepentant storms

Rejecting our accepted norms;

Langston’s darker notes and hues:

A saxophonist riffing blues,

Sanburg’s urban elegiac,

Biblical, chanted, quite Hebraic.

No— not for me the great ones’ foyer—

That’s why I became a lawyer.