I Stand

I could sit here and write crap all day and some self-proclaimed pontificator would criticize it for the drivel it is or love it, and call it Poetry. Open-ended… Free verse… Just other names for “Got No Talent” and no sense of rhythm or rhyme but beloved by those who adore disjointed thought and random word. Yes, I am great, for I stand on a rock and shout so all the world may hear my prolific poetic words. And because I catch the eye of One Who Is Heard, who has access to grant money or others who self-proclaim, I am suddenly, eternally, a Poet.