Sellout

Sellout

A Poem by Harry Mora

I don't care what you think of me

I've fought for all you see

Nothing I had was ever handed down

I refuse to play the f*****g clown


Say what you want

I'm really not bothered

I'll shed a tear for the soul that you've bartered

You sold yourself out for money and power

Was your soul only worth a f*****g dollar?


You gave it all up, your creativity

You gave it all up for popularity

But what does it matter if you're a star

If you don't know who you really are?

© 2010 Harry Mora


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Added on May 31, 2010
Last Updated on May 31, 2010

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Harry Mora
Harry Mora

East Newark, NJ



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My work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..

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