There will always
be the critics
waiting to criticize
and put me down
for this or that
saying I failed
no one wants
to publish me
and yet I sit
here unfazed
by all of that
with an open beer
and a sore arm
and it doesn’t
really occur to me
that I’m a failure
as I continue
to write poetry
in spite of
all the odds
against me which
I supposedly
can’t overcome.
Supposedly?
Overcome those suckers. You are poet! :) slc
they are abundant but we are
they are abundant but we are armed with verse