I may have lied!
My gift cannot hide!
Humble yet full if pride!
Poetry springs forth from inside.
Afraid of the people?
Most are mere Sheeple!
Rules are not really my thing,
so often I will suffer their sting.
Stinging remarks from aardvarks.
Is this a poem or words full of bling?
Frightened of another human being?
Insults from those remaining unseen
as if living a romantic sweet daydream
within silence, nobody hears a scream.
I wear a dress,
do I impress?
Impress the asker
with wit and style?
Undress the master
to make lips smile?
Upon swift current
my poetry flows on.
starlight, sunshine gone!