If I did it,
if I was a fraud,
would you pity me
or be
meticulously awed?

I am not a household name,
no rising star, no famous game
you all can, get to play
and laugh at, slay
for trying to express.

I am not a movement, not a leader,
I am not the writer, just a reader.
I am no more and nothing less
than the most important I'd like to impress.

So leave your shoes and pitchforks at the door,
cozy up, sit down
on my soon-to-be-cleaned floor (when I get around to it)
and please don't frown when I am late.
I'm trying hard to not accept that as my fate
but rather change it even though I'm behind time.

Having to take it (all) is not a crime.