Whoopsy Daisies

Weird Poetry

I know

That I am guilty

Of thinking a poem

Is about me

When it actually is


Paranoia, terror and wishful thinking can feel one and the same when reading other people’s poetry.


Same goes the other way;

If you think a poem

That I have penned/tapped/bled

Is about


There is a high likelihood,

A very high one, actually,

That it is


It is probably just about





*** You’re so self-absorbed, Toots. ***

*** Everyone has their vice. I am my own. ***

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