My name is Richard Arthur Dean;
the initials spell out RAD.
I didn't choose the name myself;
just blame that on my dad.
I grew up as an Air Force brat;
we moved from place to place,
and did that ‘til my dad was killed
at Nellis Air Force Base.
My mom is on a pension now;
she wouldn't need to work
except that she supports me, too,
but don't think I'm a jerk.
An accident destroyed my life
when I was just a teen,
and I can not hold down a job;
my likeness can't be seen!
My face would scare a goblin off,
and werewolves would just flee
if they should get the briefest glimpse
of any part of me!
So I just hide and hibernate
and use the internet
and never show my face around
and try hard to forget.
You fool us around....! ! Once you were Jungle Cat, later you were Linda Bella Wesser meister ! So you change not only names, but your gender too! What's your real identity? However you are a humorous guy!
I don't know what of this is true. Do you read David Welch? I think that's his name. His poems seem autobiographical but they are not, so I ask- to what extent is this true. It moves brilliantly, has a lot of witty charm and rhyme, but is how it ends true? If so, you have great will power and I respect your candid stregth and resolve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read not only your marvelous poem but the comments too. You are definitely a good writer and even more skilled in arousing the curiosity of your readers. As for knowing yourself, don’t worry my dear you will keep on finding new traits till your last breath! Thanks for sharing your poems.