A poem about trying to get discovered but remain authentic
|Looking for words to use,|
Ones that increase my views.
Syllables that can stick like glue,
Typically it's speaking of taboos.
Or even small things that amuse,
That get me rave reviews.
Yet that's not all that brews,
Those are just the thoughts I choose.
Anything else I'm terrified will confuse,
You'll have to excuse.
I understand if you accuse,
Think I rinse and reuse.
Stanzas I can't refuse,
Endless societal cues.
I promise this isn't a ruse.