Sock drawer poets they called us,
All our scribblings secreted away,
Composed then filed unread,
Hidden from the light of day.
And then along came the Tablet
And universal broadband,
Fast Internet coverage spreading
Length and breadth of the land.
Friendships made on common
Interest sites, ideas exchanged
Unpublished works published
Concepts read and explained.
Performance Poets appeared
Open Mic nights became the rage
The musician and the poet often
Willingly sharing the same stage.
We performed in bars, pubs clubs
And they called it Spoken Word
And against all the odds
Sock drawer poetry was heard.
It's a thriving living culture now
Not quite, they say, high art,
But in its own little way
It's certainly playing its part.
The poetry of the intellectual,
Needing a classical education,
Has now greatly been replaced
By that accessible to the nation.
No longer is it necessary to have
A dictionary of quotation to hand
For the reader or the listener
To appreciate and understand.
Let them have Ballet and High Opera,
Their Fine Dining and Modern Art,
All those acquired tastes that help
Split out society into its various parts.
The culture of the masses has given
The common people greater choice
It's vital and it's vibrant and growing
And it's given the people their voice.