Fear Not Dear Dyslexia I Got Your Back
LIKE YOUR LORD, DYSLEXIA IS A FRAUD
I know her secret and no amount of money can mine lips be sealed
I am here for her secret for to be finally revealed
I know it all and I didn’t even have to see it being done
While her and a prolific poetic profile pretend to be one
Yes, oh she’s dainty sometimes, rude on other occasions
but hers is a vile and victimizing occupation
She sets to verse the property of others that amaze
And that’s why she only writes on certain days?
If she wants to write a self-portrait she urges descriptions like “mine be not a
prominent nose”
Something she found in a maudlin magazine where an advertisement usually goes
I’m just waiting until a few more people espy her lie
Because the chick can’t write poetry or bake a cherry f-----g pie
So you all are amazed at the thoughts that flow from her mind surreal
But you see, I, being a wizened one, know that which is real
And when her deeds are being done I am ever there
I, a squire, be a liars one and only fear
The lady takes pen to patient paper and scribes that which is untrue
Well one day this plagiarist will get her due
Her poetry is all blurbs purloined off museum walls and if she denies it what do you
expect her do?
And my ego commands I lie and defame her because she’s a much better poet than
me and you!
© 2011.…Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
(I told you, I got your back Dyslexia!)
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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