My Own Private Ulysses: Poetry Workshop, Incident Report #1
- Robert Roman
- Apr 6
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 7

Poetry Workshop, Incident Report #1
So, Robert Roman walks into a bar…
Wait. Who’s telling this joke? This sounds bizarre.
Actually, it’s a poetry workshop…
Aw, Hell no, that boy don’t belong in gen pop.
We let that fool read, there’s trouble always.
Whoa, hold up, that’s never my intention,
I write what I think, then things go sideways.
That’s why your dumb ass deserves detention.
Then this dude says at the workshop table,
“My piece is in the voice of Robert Roman.”
Really? It’s always a bad omen
When your good name is a warning label.
Did James Joyce ever join a workshop or class?
Never, in that Aesop’s fable he’d be the ass.
Stay tuned for more twisted sonnets.
Same torturous time, same confined channel.
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