The Real You
THE REAL YOU
Who do you think you are, tell me.
The way you throw your weight around
a handleless hammer I see,
unstruck nails are all on the ground.
Smart behemoth you walk on air.
Who do you think you are, tell me,
wearing musk of a billionaire,
life’s storm grinds your face in debris.
Though you show off poet’s pedigree
your poems grow in marsh like weeds.
Who do you think you are, tell me
poet laureate’s poems who reads.
A nice net of fake love you lay,
for me you go on shopping spree.
Deceiving you can’t get away,
who do you think you are, tell me.
August 25, 2018
Syllable count : 8 each line
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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