I want to be on the A-list of :








I humbly want my name in lights.
I want your validation, please sign off on me
So I know I’m right and doing ok.
So I can show everyone, esp. “them” I am successful.
I made it.

I can’t eat without someone coming up to me wanting something.
My inbox is clogged with people wanting this or that or
“Hey, do you mind if I buy you lunch or coffee”
Which translated means
“I want you to do something for me/I want you to see how insightful I am/I want you to endorse me/I want…

I only have 1,000/5,000/34,000 twitter followers
I’ve gotta bump that up.
That reminds me, I have to check my Klout score too.
Is that another picture of me, I look terrible.
I don’t know who you are, why are you asking me such personal things?
I want to change, but I’m scared everyone only knows me as ________
And I’ll lose my money, I mean fan base.
No, my private life is none of your business.
No, I don’t know who you are
I don’t have the time to work with you on your project.
She wrote what about me on her blog?   Are you kidding me?
I can’t talk now mom, I have to work on my book
Or I’ll be in breach of contract.
Yes faceless people, I know I’ve put on a few
I’m too busy to work out
And I’m going through a little something
But hey, thanks for pointing out my appearance to everyone
I appreciate the tweets.
Oh, random guy who shot a video of me falling down
That has over a million hits
And I ask you to take it down
To which you write a scathing blog post
About how much of a jerk I am

Somedays, I wish I could turn back the clock.


And do it all over again.



[Poem #9.  Image by funkypancake via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]

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