Poet Scorned

I wondered why
Then I heard the rumors
I was blackballed
From The Cities Elite Poetry So sigh it tea
Once I was there token new oh so very cherry
Bright Brenda Starr
Rumors became truth
no more calls for local readings
I thought it strange yet never really cared
I never liked to read
I felt like a whore
giving my thoughts away for free
I was just a one night stand
their entertainment a quick mind fuck
I never wrote to amuse
I write what I know real life
I am just a cynical clinical gutter mouth realist, no pretty verses
And yet still they came the poet groupies
Men with ponytails so Avant Gard
The women in flowing skirts sandals and toe rings
who the fuck wears a toe ring
They would watch me with vague dreamy looks
I hope like hell I never had a vague dreamy look upon on my painted face
Never did I trade on other poets names
After a read they would ask me if enjoy reading
I asked if they enjoyed listening
I drank from the community wine bottles
And critiqued the poets who that night sold out their talent for the crowds approval.
I just drank and occasionally nodded my empty head
camera flashs startlng my drunken eyes
And I don't miss their pseudo interest and impressive big words
nor especially their Diva Blue copycat coolness

I miss the free wine

Submitted/written by Diva Blue

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