Oh is being a poet
Such a titanic
crime!
Whatever I say,
what all I write,
May it or hell may
not rhyme!
Is a fabrication!
Sigh!
Is my every word a
lie!
Am I so inhuman?
That I can’t utter
a mistake?
For all my words
are used against me,
To prove how bad I
am! How fake!
Such hypocrisy?
That hypocrisy be shamed,
If no human I am,
banish me world dear,
I curse your fear
for truth,
I too kick you out
so clear.
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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