You’re clearly, clearly not a poet, Frank;
More a symptom of modernist sickness.
Inflict no further such rambling thickness
Upon your readers. Here it is point-blank:
Beat-up prose scribblers’ quaint observations
May charm their author—but bore us to tears.
Dull poems age poorly. The passing years
Condemn them as quirky obfuscations.

Your buddy Ashbery: another dud,
Remembered by Department Heads, at best:
Abstract expressions that fall with a thud.
Bury them in a chap-book with the rest 
Of the beatnik bards, whose typing careers
Only confirm our worst poetic fears.

PROMPT #3:

write a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet
and not some other kind of artist –
explain why you are that and not something else!

I’m not the only member of the Frank O’Hara Fan Club !