The Secret

Let's say you are a construction worker yet secretly you are an artist. Lets suppose you are a rough-neck and would not be caught dead drinking Bud Light, yet secretly you're a poet. Shouldn't you be more like those you imagine to be on those Labral Arts forums, or the ones that get themselves published in University Poetry Reviews? You know: cultured types. You keep on hammering and riveting words onto a screen; keep drinking with your buddies who, if they knew, would not give a for your fancy writing? Maybe they would think you weird, and secretly, you know you are.