If every poem was about you
like I say they are
you would have to be schizophrenic
– more so.
You would have to have endured
far more punishment
from my personality
than you think you already have.

If every poem was about me
was recalled from some memory
or reality
I would have to have experienced legions more crises
than I’d be capable of
in this lifetime
or Mister Burns’.

If every poem was even half true
rather than just filled with half truths
I would deserve a bitter medal
for my scathing honesty
but as it is
I’ve earned no heavy metals
no bronze nor gold
not even a sliver of recognition
for what I have done
which is the proper receipt
I should get
for all the realities I’ve portrayed.