I am jealous of my fellow poets
They get comments, favorites and votes
Yes it's true...I am no Truman Capote

I have written about loss, love and depression
Writing has lead to my mental decompression
I have poured out my soul in rhyme
Tried to avoid poetic crime

But no matter how hard I try
Writing poems that would make the Devil Cry
The response I get would make a Happy Clown Sigh

I work hard at rhyming words
Trying hard not to create poetic turds
The votes I get wouldn't even feed a bird

Maybe I should change my name to Josephine
Upload a photo of a Hot **** Beauty Queen
The boys and girls would read my poems and cream
Maybe I should cut off an ear
Come out as Queer

My hope is someday my readers will see me as a poetic seer
When I am finally lying on my Funeral Bier