Fiction Or Truth

One poem,
Can make you
Or break you,
All you need
Is One,
To be sung.

I told this
To my agent,
Whose been
Hoping, to get me
Booked., in some
Random theater,
In some unknown play
About a swan
That had no wings
But, wanted to fly.

He Laughed!
And said,
'But One,
Does not make a book! '
'So What! '
I said, 'Nobody
Reads anything,
Today, anyway
Anymore'

A long argument ensued!
We did not part,
As friends.

Why did I write
This non- sense,
Jazz, tonight
Suppose it was
Just to say
And complain.
That no matter
How you turn it
Or what you say
There's nothing
Normal, around,
Today!
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
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