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.