Are there Kinks in this lyrical poem?

Question

For Neonman

I think I'm illuminated

'Cos I'm hanging round here like a good poetwriterman

All around me poets are ever-trying

Till they are flying like astronauts man

I'm no better than the poets from across the ages

At their pens man

'Cos compared to laureates of the sages and the seers

I am a simple man

They know I'm so enable and able to criticize

'Cos I'm a well versed wordsmithman

Coping with the over-inundation and exponential thumbulation

Of the pretending Trolls man

I’m a spaceman, I’m a space-space man

Well I’m a spaceman

Oooooooh

I’m a spaceman I’m Neonman

Well I’m a spaceman

Don’t wanna write on the earth no more

I wanna slip the latch on a rocket door

Wanna fly away to a Martian shore

And make like a spaceman

Oooh

Answer 1

I did not immediately see what you had done until the tune came into my head- you really do have a knack for wordplay and pun-menship. Do you ever do any anagram-type of composition or song?

Answer 2

Yes, you missed "meter" as in electricity and poetry! I am ashamed of you. Neonman is (almost) as witty as you. You have made your own dictionary for the Virtual Universe.

Answer 3

Nicely Done!!! ,,,,Where ever you go it will be BRIGHTLY LIT !!! ...............

Answer 4

Jellz, you are so illuminated you outshine many suns and many poets.  Won't need no space heaters with you in this corner of the universe!!!

Answer 5

That was really great. I loved your reference to the dumbass

trolls. Right now we have one that`s really annoying, But I think you already know that.

Answer 6

Jellz, the pearls are flowing

illuminating like neon's shine

I'd sell you some trannies

but your lighting's fine,

just remember meter!  lol.

Well said, enjoyable and thank you.  Simple is what I do best.  What you read into it is your pleasure....hopefully!  Trolls though do seem to inspire, especially when they pick on others.

Answer 7

the last bit sounds sort of like a song

Answer 8

Love it, man...I've been admiring your flippant, witty, throw-away responses for ages (thinking this man is a poet - through and through) and here you are proving my point.  (if you've posted before, my apologies 'cos I've missed 'em)

Edit - First of all - shock, horror I'm sorry, I always thought you were a boy. Second of all (as you Americans say) I am so glad I got this link...I would have missed a real gem.  Do you know something (not chatting, honest) Buckley was raised on rabbit kibble...he lived in my son's flat and he said his poo was more bearable that way. So, he looks at his fresh offerings now with great suspicion.  I will print your poem and give it to Ben (my son) to keep. Brilliant - I wish my jokey poems were half as good.