New York Calling Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
New York Calling
There was a poet whom
Wanted to be Andy Warhol
But she was too shy that
She rolled into a ball
Though New York was on call
She would not dare to leave
I don't know why but I think of Valarie Solanas, she was an outsider who wanted to fit in with other outsiders, who then rejected her. Its always worse when it comes from people you want to belong to.
When you hear New York call don't roll into a ball; they don't call very much, after all!
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7/28/2025 2:14:59 PM # 1.0.0
Mall, wall, fall! The call! ! Shall be with the truth; Hall of fame. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.