WITH ALL THE TITLES OUT THERE…

Wouldn’t one think?

With all the poets in the world,

And all the poetry written,

That poems would be falling over each other,

With the same titles or same ideas?

I only know of one instance where I wrote one,

That came up later as the same name from someone,

I do not care, as nothing I do is, copywrited,

At least as far as I am aware,

And if someone finds in my repertoire something that,

They might use elsewhere,

More power to them, what can I do, regards that?

My stuff is just for fun; never will it be used to fill space,

In a book of my own, at least as far I know, as I have no taste,

To be a published author, who needs it, just more of a waste,

Of good paper that can be used for a book by someone,

With more desire to become published and is to do so, in haste… 

This is not to say that I don’t keep the original of these I write,

Some in a ringed notebook, all on disc when they are actually posted,

But it would be of some fun, someday, to find myself on one of those shows,

Where the guest of honor, that would be me, does get roasted…

                                                                                                  (ed)

(I know some friends that would love to roast me, prior to my becoming famous, if that were to happen, LOL)