Say What You Will

Call me unimpressive.  I'll agree with you.
Say you'd rather read a public tender
Than my poetry.  Tell me I'm a pious
Fraud, a commie who's made tons
Of money off of shares of stock he owns.
I know I'm not a perfect person.
You can call me badly flawed, but do it
Soon.  I'm begging you.  I'm very
Lonely here.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-21 at 17:13

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