You laughed out loud,
when I was described as a poet.
I smiled at you with a twinkle in my eye.
Because you were already a poem.
Ha, ha, my poems aren’t funny.

They are about people like you.
People that don’t have access to what I have.
The ability to feel something but not say it out loud.
You say out loud what you feel with out filter.
I write it for others to read what they too, have felt.

I feel for people that use currency for likes.
I prefer genuine likeness.
I could have dragged out the process.
I rather spend my time writing about it.
I will make my money off your absurbness.