Poets

There is no one

more selfish

Than a poet.

There is no one

more selfish

Than the poet

who places their

emotional baggage

in ink.

Writing as if

no one else knows.

Writing as if

no one else cares.

There is no one

more selfish,

More self absorbed

Than a poet.

They write their views

in pithy, short

verses and stanzas.

Too lazy to write

an essay.

Too drunk on their

own egos.

Too tired of pretending

they are so tortured.

There is no one

more selfish

Than a poet.

And yet,

there is no money

in these words.

In these little

mirrors of pain.

But the poet is

assured.

They read their words

on blogs.

In print.

They have likes,

and tweets

and other small assurances.

Their words matter.

Their lives defined.

There is no one

more selfish

Than a poet.

And I should

know.

M.E.

01/05/15