Mikie Writes Poetry


Lost In a Void
Neglected and Annoyed
By All the Pretty People
The ones who sit High in their Steeple
and Ignore the “Little Guys”
The “Mishaps” and “Unfortunates”
Us “Losers” in Their Eyes
And Indeed, We Aren’t
As you might suggest
For When it Comes to Talent
We’re, of course, the Best
Let them Point their Fingers
And Laugh till they die
Because in the short future
You see, You and I
Will all be great Men and Women, and Sigh
Because beneath all of Them
Lies A pain that will never Die

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