i wrote a poem and nobody came.
seemed they'd seen my name,
and thought they'd blame
me for a bad game.

in order to win
it's just a spin
of the bottle or pen
that will put you in.

the limelight's not for all,
some could write or scrawl
some inane words on the wall
and they'd win over all.

i s'pose i'll continue
and not be too blue
about not being used
to display who's who.

so, if i never become
as "chosen" as some,
still i'll gladly come
not knowing words, so i'll hum.

04/04/2005