This poem is the one

this is the poem that's going to blow up
(like ISIS Chinatown on Ramadan New Year)

in short, the one that will
    put me on the map

this is the poem
which will feed all grandchildren everywhere

this is it, the poem
that will solve twenty-four thousand dollars worth of problems

I was walking under a tree
  and the white pasty mess coming down on me
didn't even bother me