A Great Poet

As I sit here

I realize

I am not great…

 

I make up metaphors

And pretend that they mean something

And whoever reads it

Wonders how the poet was feeling

When he wrote that line

And that one

When he wrote the whole poem

But the truth is

I wasn’t feeling anything

I was just pretending to be great

Making up things

That might sound clever

Or creative

But after all

It’s just words

So read them whichever way you want

But keep in mind

I am not great

Just deceptive

And I have a limited talent

Pretending to be great

Is easy

Actually being great

Is a privilege

That not many people have

But many think they do

So they write nonsense

Just like me

 

As I sit here

I realize

I am not great…