I would be famous If I could be famous. But I won't be famous Because I can't be famous. I am trapped in the middle class, no ass, all this, none of that, poor, white stinking trash, Middle-class America. My poetry will never be discovered. My talent will never be known. This is why I bring what I have, All I have, To you. Thank you, Yes you, For reading my soul. For reading my tears. For knowing me. Lucky, lucky you.
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