Poems for Sale

V. B.

So yes, I have decided to make my poems for sale
I've sat and I've thought hard on how to make them real,
Yet make them so they're liked by some, if not by most,
Despite so many nods to Father, Son and Ghost.

I've had to filter hard; people don't like to see
In mind and soul these days vulnerability;
I've had to pick and choose which ones I do display
Which ones I open up to scrutiny today.

On social media now, people show their best side;
Despite technology, most of us are afraid
Of showing who we are, our sensitivity...
Our reputation, instead, is our priority.

In days where there is now "a pill for every ill"
I do arrive with poems illusions to steal
Illusions of perfection, of lives happy and clean
Of plastic joy and laughter, of fakery, I mean.

And yet e'en I must t'you apologise;
I'm not immune to judgment; oh, I do realise
It's best not to shock people with what you've so long thought
At once with all of it... they'll turn you fast to nought.

So; I have here some works for you perchance to read
Exchanging for some coins to help me make ends meet;
Works carefully filtered, at least for the most part,
So I don't scare you off, from my writings to part.

And who knows now; perhaps, if you these works enjoy
I may include some more, to others give a voice;
I may more of myself open up wide to you
My life out on display for others to review.

  • Author: V. B. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2018 17:56
  • Category: Reflection
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