Nobody To Nobody

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us---don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! ...Emily Dickinson So let them ban us toss us up like wind bitten leaves on autumn's best dressed day and throw us amongst others grounded, muddied, unnamed. Ashamed? Not I! The frog has his fill of maggots, grown squirming by his side while maidens pucker winter-like kisses upon unspoken lips in hopes to earn his name. Society's shame!