I follow everybody poems
But nobody followed mine
I read everybody's craft
But nobody reads mine
I comment on everybody's art
But no comments are left for me
it give me joy doing all of the above
So why does all this bother me
is it ego that I harbour
is my ship lost it sails?
is my mind stuck in port
is my cargo not for sale?
Will I be made to stand at the docklands
the birth canal has cut me off
My pride needs a naval tailor
So I can behave like a poetry sailor
who views what just happens at sea
without being frustrated with who bothers to see.
©lewistry
L