I am somebodies poet
Who are you?
My poems are about nobody
Then again about somebody
Choose your poison
Select your place
A wanted poster
In a familiar place
Perhaps the post office
Civil servants will agree
Who wants who
We shall see
Writings on a bathroom stall
Thrill all the worlds great drunks
A can of paint in a tunnel dark
Words of non wisdom
Written on a lark
A banner behind a flying cessna
Eat at Joes
Ruins the beaches sunlit skies
I am nobodies poet
How about you?
Like the Marines
We are the proud and the few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome, that is the poet to be.