MICHAEL D
He fell short of what he said he’d be
We laughed at his rehearsed stare
With pompous pride
He lied to me
So Clueless and so unaware
Unskilled prose fake poetry A mere toddler on steep stairs
Workin’with a foolish ruse ?Or just dimly unprepared?
Poem after poem
Submit and Fail
As if stuck in 3rd grade chair
A phony with no talent ?
Or just simply doesn’t care Worse yet,his story supported shabbily
Claimed this slide guitar sensation as family
A prevarication spent his last dignity, as he stole the name from a magazine
We all could see
He was shuffled out the door
His permanent status now,
IGNORE!