This Is For Mildred?

I had a quick drink
And a quicker think
Before I sat down again
And was back at the writing
That I am fighting
To make you notice
And pay good heed to

 Though pay it is
The wrong damn word
Since all I ask of you
At least yes here
Is nothing but your time
And your goodly views
And the occasional comment
Which isn't too much to ask

 Though yes it's poetry
It's of common shit
And isn't of naught but air
Like it's high up there
Above you yes

 I don't do that
I speak of common things
Or do you worry not
That you've never gone and got
Yourself but fucked
Because you have a dream
That you can never seem
To make but good

 Well lucky fucker you
You're perfect yes
Whilst I confess
I'm far from that
And filled with doubt of me
Though I still pursue this willingly
I just don't get
Why I can't be
A part of your daily diet
Of the goodly word

 And if it really is
The art of flow itself
If I get ten damn comments
With all of them saying
Some bloody form
Of fish you suck at verse
I can't imagine anyone worse

 Well I'll stop posting
Any poetry here
But seeing as
I can't buy a comment
At blogger yes
Because I've gotten tweets
Or one at least
That liked my doing
That just ain't the same darn thing

 So ha ha ha
You're stuck with me
For the rest of the year
At least for sure
Even if
I get no love
Be it comments or views
And know indeed
No one longs to read
Any thoughts of mine
Which rather hurts
Since I know I have my worth

 I had a quick drink
And a quicker think
Before I sat back down
And wrote again
This very verse
If you hadn't guessed yet
But I know you have
Because you are bright
And like what I write

 Only I just but spent
Much of my time
Making it perfectly clear
That I don't get
No love at all
So why should this be
Like any difference indeed
That you don't care to read
What I write

 And that is a hard damn punch
Yes in my gut
Making me double over
And with for relief
That refuses to come

 I had a quick sulk
And sat down to write
Because poetry like mine
Needs to be there 
Ideally for you
But this much is true
I will continue to write
And you will continue not to read me no.

 But if you would
Well that'd be peachy yes
And peachy is good
And who can't use
A little of that
In their own lives

 Charles Petrie

Date
07-26-2019

Time
04:48-05:27

Word Count
462

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