The Poor Man's Poet
(A Carnival Barker)
There’s no shame in my game,
I write to entertain
This is from my upcoming book
that has no name.
Poetry that entertains.
I am the halftime show
always ready to go...
A delightful distraction,
sharing that verbal interaction.
I’m a good time on two feet
An Army of one.
And a legend in progress...
As history repeats itself,
and criminal’s return
to the scene of the crime.
I like reciting my poetry
before an audience
each and every time.
My name is Bobby K,
and I am
The Poor Man’s Poet.
Another wizard of the word
that live in Williamsburg.
I appear before you
like an apparition on a mission.
Reaching deep
within your intellect,
bringing forth knowledge
in the form of old
forgotten memories,
that become epiphanies.
Making you aware,
that you now know
what you didn't know
a moment ago.
Here tonight, right now
in this room,
I am a little man
among poetic giants.
A veritable light weight
in the power of the word.
But as I'm relatively new
in the history of poetry.
You'll have to forgive me
as I find myself at fault,
for being wise
within my ignorance...
My name is Bobby K,
and I am The Poor Man's Poet.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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