Unworthy Poet
What are we after
The here or the ladder
Rung to elevation
Insecurity strung to humility
Strums of unappreciation
Stunning unto ignorant ears
In fear of offending
Uncaring peers
Clearly succumbing
To courteous mind numbing
Observation
Eyes glazed
In semi-attentive state of hibernation
Lying in wait
For their season to speak
Or an unexpected morsel
For which to sink their teeth
Into something profound or unique
All for a moment of prideful silence
Or generous token of aristocratic finger snaps
Abhorring the insincere
Mannerly clap
How will I integrate
Will I assimilate
Will I be shunned
Or received as one
Who seems inclined
To do so myself
Overthinking everything
Knowing damn well
Until I move
For all to peruse
How in the world
Could anyone tell
If I were an unworthy poet
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