nycboy

one of us

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 anonymity

My writing, It is just a lobby to go

to the pain that is apart of reality

which is just a simple feel 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.

NYCboy