Worthy or not. Here I come.

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