To admit I was a con artist
might take some by surprise
“Who’d’ve thought
that she could write?”
I imagine the look in their eyes.
And with that look they shake their heads
admitting they’d had their suspicions;
some saw through me so long ago
‘the odd girl with
strange ambitions.’
But I’m no writer,
I just pretend
as I work into the night
a new idea has struck again,
if I’m lucky the words fall right.
Yes, I’m truly just a poser
of sorts
I run a con with my words
while some may deem me brilliant
the rest think I’m absurd!
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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