Charlatan Protege

My poetry is a farce 

through which I feign brilliance.

I am of nothing,

nothing remdeemable.

Only triviality 

constitutes my blood.

That of which we do not speak

comprises my flesh.

I am of nothing. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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