I used to write poetry,
But seldom had love to read it.
That squarely makes me
a two-faced, goddamned hypocrite.
I wrote a bolus of verse,
Asked my cafe friend to read it.
He said it was shit, asked me who I read.
Told him I didn't need it.
Offended, I asked why
His opinion wasn't so inviting,
Without a pause he asked
By what right do I have writing?