On Becoming a Poet
Never came close to starving
didn't wait tables or wash dishes
Never hung out in the subway
no cults or commune on my resume
Didn’t stay up late at night smoking dope
Actually know how to spell hope
My soul is not tortured
nor my clothing mortgaged
I wash my hair oftener than you think
(if you count the toilet as a bathroom sink)
Vote Republican, straight ticket
Don’t consider Trump a bigot...
A poet I became after years of sniffing glue
~ all those model airplanes that didn’t flew
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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