That's a question
that always comes up
whenever you converse
with someone or within a group
You should see
the looks on their faces
when I say
"I am a Poet."
They're confused, mystified
wonder if you're telling a joke
They're befuddled, stifled
search for s reply
Before they can
come to their senses
I usually
change the subject
Start a new sequence
of the conversation
dragging on through the
mundane realities of life.
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