Myself

I’ve had so many

Incredible poems

Playing through my head

I even did a whole

Improv session

I’ve got metaphors

And similes

And jokes so good

I make myself wet my own bed

Why write it down?!

When I could just keep

All of these pleasures

To myself

Why write, why share

When I entertain myself

With theater and drama

And dance and music and

Comedy and romance

I am myself

A show, why would I

Give myself away

For free?

Hand myself out

See myself

In a trash can, somewhere

Consumed, forgotten

I would rather

Keep myself,

Hoard my treasures

And hope that maybe

Someday, someone

Can help keep my

Poems published, my songs

Remastered and my

Podcast hidden


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