My Profile - Poem by nyc boy
So you’ve peaked at my profile
to see what you can see,
But were alarmed
at no name and no biography.
You think to yourself what kind of schmuck is this?
To write a poem. Why no creds? Is the poem even his?
I do indeed live in the New York of City,
a wondrous land, if you love the anonymity
My writing, It is just a lobby to go
to the pain that is apart of reality
which is just a simple hobby to flow,
for no gain to impart, just my misery.
For critic’s glee, give a rat’s behind,
can’t care less of format or style.
For fault in me where I already find,
the critique’s insult to injury.. completely vile.
& yes there may be self loathing there,
but walk a mile in my moccasins, need I say, 'on a dare? '
So my friends please pay no heed
to this coward’s shame
to stay anonymous,
no friends, no home, no wife…no seed,
if you don’t know my name,
I can pretend to be one of us.
Latin from Manhattan.
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