Thursday’s Poem – Fraud

Fraud

I am afraid of writing
of committing to it
giving myself over.

Its not terribly easy
you know
digging that deep
putting it all on paper.
sharing it all.
for the whole world to see.

I’m afraid they’ll all
point and laugh
once they
figure out I’m a fraud.

Maybe
they already know.

And
if they can accept it
why can’t I?
 

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

3 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem – Fraud

  1. …accept ???…the only thing i accept from reading your poem, is that you’re afraid of something you can conquer by doing…& you’re the only person you’ll be a fraud to, if you don’t…

    …how am i such a fucking expert ???…

    …i’m looking in a mirror, dude…believe me, you got me lookin’ in a mirror…