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The 'rock-star' of Stroudsburg open mics

Poetry by Florence Susanne

By Florence Susanne Published 4 years ago 1 min read

And everyone was so fascinated by the shit leaking from your mouth that you so arrogantly call poetry,

you forgot that what you did was no better than all the poets and artists you brought down to get to where you are now.

In a word you are pathetic.

But it's okay.

You still believe you are God’s gift to the art world and that's okay.

Until you get home and realize how unbelievably alone you are.

I guess no one wanted to stick around to see the poet who couldn't smell his own shit stinking.

Wave your PHD in everyone's face.

Use your big boy words.

It's not hard to become a celebrity in a town filled with junkies and people who constantly whip their dicks out in a ‘whose is bigger’ contest on the corner of every Wawa.

Sip your coffee, eat your ice cream, snap some pics.

I’m sure everyone is just waiting for you to post another picture

of your shoes again.

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About the Creator

Florence Susanne

I am a 24-year-old of mother of 2 boys.

Author of Love, Lust, and Misery

Author of Poems from a Schizophrenic Mind

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