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!)