Sham, I Am?
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Shim-shamming
myself,
again.
Sham, I am,
a bit of flim-flam,
not worth
a tinker's dam
or
a poet's dram,
flim-flam sham,
like a blooded yam,
though
I thought
I could be a
big ham,
thought I might
give a damn...
flim-flam,
my sham, I end up
being my own personal
battering ram, guess
my head did
deserve a slam
in the poet's
door jamb, I
need a
medical exam,
the feelings
behind the dam,
(don't give a damn)
a traffic jam,
don't know
who I am...
Erin Moen
11/12/02
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
:) . Tee...yes, ma'am...!!
ourselves anew.
You have done it again! I do enjoy your writing very much! This is great, and nails the way I have been feeling myself! Been working my way through that "Sham" feeling, it is a negative that I love to push out the door! LOL! This was a very helpful release, thank you!
Hugs,
Maria
Of course I looked pretty stupid at work
But hey it was worth it
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$