I Talk Tough
I talk tough only on paper.
Paper allows me a glimpse of a new persona.
I can be a monster, or a maniac, or a Mack-truck,
In a poem,
Or a story
Or a play,
On paper.
The pen laughs as we scribe,
Flowing over the paper in
A happy slappy way,
Knowing how
Un-tough we are.
Telling you
The truth of it
Through his
Giggling.
Traitor!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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