To Publish, Not To Publish - Poem by John Enright
Get thee behind me, Satan; Cease temptation!
My mind is sprouting thoughts of publication
Like poisonous mushrooms on the forest floor
To put these poems out would open wide the door
To a nasty bit of self-manipulation
(I can almost taste my ego's jubilation)
To turn this poetry into a whore;
Seducing people, hoping they'll adore
My cleverness and skill at smooth oration,
And give my ego a stand-up ovation.
I think I will indulge these thoughts no more.
I only seek my soul's integration,
And to contribute to Earth's Transformation,
In fame and fortune, I'm happy to stay poor.
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