Rude looks and cynical murmurs are deflected
by the array of metaphors and smart jargon
that pretty people will never see beyond because
I write to dig to the bottom of issues, yet
surface only the meat that society wants to see.
Unless you play with the tone and whistle to the
tune of allusion and alteration you won’t find that I write
Deeper than many dare.
But that’s why—because no one else will.
My writing is audacious,
(if I’m doing it right)
hard to deal with at times.
I’m not afraid on paper,
not timid, or
So I write to be me
because if I don’t then I’m lost to the
wiles of society and the badgering of idiotic pristineness
like how to cut a bloody steak.
I couldn’t cope without my writing
for it is the only true me.
I can denounce the world and everything in it.
I can rebuke all stupidity and call out to the
lost and talk to the found.
I write to exhale.