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DIARY ENTRY 3 MY NOT MY AGENT

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Humor



HE SAID I WAS AN EMBARRASSMENT TO MY FAMILY


Submitted:Jan 22, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


He said comparisons to mother, inevitability,

They'll say I'm worse than she is, for disclosing publicly,

And though true to say, I don't essentially agree,

I'm angry with myself, I shared confidentially

With my 'not my agent', 'cos now I'm not so sure

If a trustworthy sort, or the type I can ignore,

As he had my writing for a week or maybe more

And knows of 'every' detail which should stay behind closed door;

There are people, I really must protect,

And he warned me, the public are select,

As they're subjective, in what is and not correct,

Oh for the benefit, of the circumspect!

And I must be certain, to protect identity,

Dot the I's and cross my T's, for sake of family,

Not reveal as much, for merely vanity;

Attempt to establish each priority.

So my 'not' my agent, I really must thank.

For being truthful, brutal and frank;

Apologise too, for not helping him to bank

An enormous cheque, but his attitude stank.





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